A Birth Belonging to the Unknown

On the trembling golden surface, Time grows like a fracture. Blue and green entwine like memories of an ancient ocean, sealed away by flame and ash. Some shapes were never born. yet awaken in the quiver of pigment. Like a story left unfinished in a dream, its ending quietly rewritten in silence. This is not sky, nor is it earth. It is a revolution of color between shattering and reassembly, whispering to us: even the cosmos once lost its way. Orange-red is a wound, burning quietly with a longing born of nowhere. Ink-black is an exiled river, pulling the past into a voiceless abyss. We gaze into this chaos as if staring into our own hearts unanswerable, yet everywhere. Upon this canvas, every texture is a breath. A birth belonging to the unknown.

在顫抖的黃金表層，時間像裂縫一樣生長。

藍與綠交織，宛如遠古海洋的記憶，被火焰與灰燼封存。

有些形狀未曾誕生，卻在顫動的顏料中醒來。

像是夢裡沒說完的故事，在沉默中悄悄補寫了結局。

這不是天空，也不是土地，而是一場顏色的革命，

在破碎與重組之間，告訴我們：宇宙也曾迷失。

橘紅是一道傷口，靜靜地燃燒著不知道從何而來的渴望；

墨黑像流亡的河，把過往拖向無聲的深淵。

我們凝視這片混沌，就像凝視自己的內心既無解，又無所不在。

在這張畫布上，每一道紋理都是一次呼吸，一次屬於未知的誕生。