He sits in orange, quiet and alone,
Before a cosmic canvas yet unknown.
With brush in hand, he weaves a tapestry
Of swirling skies and deep infinity.
A central form of light and structured grace
Awakens in the crowded depth of space,
Where spheres and pathways effortlessly twine—
The inner visions of a wild design.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...