Midas' Touch

With a single, wandering glance and the brush of a Kings fingertip, the very physics of the grove began to rewrite itself. This is the moment the spell takes hold as the twilight air thickens into curtains of falling golden light. 

The leaves have been startled into a permanent, sapphire bloom, shimmering with a brilliance that will never fade. There is no wind here anymore, only the heavy, melodic drip of liquid gold as it drapes over the world. It is a kingdom caught in a transition of alchemy—an eternal, glittering snapshot of the exact second nature was crowned in gold.

Size: 16"w x 20"h

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