They say that, before time, there was a warm world where everything we love was already there: vessels with ancient secrets, branches that knew how to sing, stars that slept underwater, and corals that shone like suns.
 There, the colors didn't arrange themselves: they danced. Magentas played with oranges, reds sparkled among the branches, pinks glided like laughter through the air. Cadmium yellow didn't illuminate: it caressed. Everything was alive, mingled, celebrating.
 The vessels hidden in the earth held dances, stories, bits of joy. The vegetation embraced the sea, the sea returned stars, and the sky filled with winks. A green glimmer appeared like someone passing by to say hello, leaving its freshness and leaving without a sound.
 In that world, there was no beginning or end. Just a feeling of being home, calm, warm. Like when something makes you smile without knowing why.