Mystic Time - Original Artwork

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Gallery Note He emerged from the horn’s mouth as if summoned, not born—his gaze fixed somewhere between the stars and the hills below. They called it Mystic Time, though no one cou ld quite say whether it was a title, a place, or a warning. The frame, golden and elaborate, held the night sky captive, planets suspended like gems in velvet. Around him, vines curled like ancient scripts, and dragonflies hovered at the edges as if awaiting instruction. The village behind him slept, unaware of what had stirred. But something had. And it had not stirred idly. Artist Inspiration So listen, dear dreamer, and mark what you hear— When a wind stirs the stars, it means he is near. Not future, not past, not reason or rhyme—But something eternal... and watching through time. by Paul Reeb Artist Show more