as if the galaxy were slowly being dreamed into existence prompts

5 months ago

On a sheet of warm kraft paper that seems to hold time itself, space unfolds in colored pencil — soft layers revealing shadows and whispered light. At the center floats a planet in faded blues and ochres, its rings drawn with fine lines of white and gold. Tiny stars dot the background, their glow enhanced by delicate touches of white pencil against the brown paper. Around it, nebulae bloom in smoky purples and crimson hues, as if the galaxy were slowly being dreamed into existence. A single rose — drifting in the vacuum — hovers beside the planet, its petals open in antique red, like an offering to the infinite. No human figures appear. Only the sacred silence between stars, drawn with the tenderness of a hand that still believes in the beauty of the universe.

5 months ago

On a sheet of warm kraft paper that seems to hold time itself, space unfolds in colored pencil — soft layers revealing shadows and whispered light. At the center floats a planet in faded blues and ochres, its rings drawn with fine lines of white and gold. Tiny stars dot the background, their glow enhanced by delicate touches of white pencil against the brown paper. Around it, nebulae bloom in smoky purples and crimson hues, as if the galaxy were slowly being dreamed into existence. A single rose — drifting in the vacuum — hovers beside the planet, its petals open in antique red, like an offering to the infinite. No human figures appear. Only the sacred silence between stars, drawn with the tenderness of a hand that still believes in the beauty of the universe.