The Touch of Eternity

In forgotten places, where time has shattered beauty into fragments, something divine still remembers.

This celestial being descends not with trumpets or fanfare, but with a single, deliberate touch—opalescent wings catching golden light as ancient stone begins to remember what it once was. Resurrection isn't always loud. Sometimes it's just grace meeting ruin in a forgotten temple where no one thought to look anymore.

I wanted to capture that Caravaggio moment—the dramatic chiaroscuro, that instant where light breaks through darkness and everything changes. Rembrandt taught us that divine moments happen in shadows. That the sacred is most powerful when it finds us in our brokenness.

What would you want restored if heaven reached down to touch it?

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