Trinity (The Celestial Divide)

A solemn lunar disc hovers at the center, its upper hemisphere dissolving into skull-like specters that read as memory’s anatomy—an omen rendered in watery blues and bruised grays. The horizon line cleaves the circle like a threshold between consciousness and its submerged counterpart, where fractured, mosaic-like forms and a web of fine lines suggest both excavation and entanglement. Light is not offered as clarity but as a cold radiance, turning the scene into a meditation on impermanence: the mind reflecting on its own vanishing, the sea of time quietly closing over what it reveals.