Fire blooming above silence

A burst of gold fills the upper sky, spreading fast, its edges frayed by thin blue sparks. The trails bend slightly, gravity starting to claim them even as they shine. The air beneath glows amber, thick with smoke and leftover light. Each line pulls away from the centre like a heartbeat escaping the body.

The image freezes the fire before it falls apart. The gold dominates, dense at the core, dissolving outward into faint blue threads. The contrast is quiet but complete — heat against coolness, weight against space.

What remains is a pattern of energy held still. The burst could be a flower, a wave, or a sun rising in the wrong place. It is both explosion and pause, light trying to outlast the night.