Touch by ashvillia on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

He stood before the canvas, his hands hovering just above it, fingertips pulsing with vibrant energy. Colors swirled and danced, not from a brush, but from within him, extending out in bursts of reds, yellows, and purples. Each hue was alive, forming emotions, stories, and worlds with each breath he took. He was not simply painting; he was birthing universes, the boundary between creator and creation dissolving. The colors obeyed him, yet they carried a life of their own, weaving together a masterpiece that was both his and something beyond him. This was more than art—it was the birth of a new reality.