It starts with a circle,

perfect in its simplicity,

spinning endlessly in quiet motion.

Red, yellow, blue—

the roots of everything,

the heartbeat of what we see,

the first notes of a symphony we’ll never fully grasp.

From the primaries,

we grow.

We blend, we bleed into one another,

orange bursting from red and yellow’s embrace,

green softening where yellow meets blue,

purple finding depth between red and blue.

We are never just one thing.

We are always more.

And then, in the in-between,

the tertiaries whisper:

yellow-green, blue-violet, red-orange—

the spaces where we overlap,

the edges where we lose ourselves

and become something new.

The wheel turns,

and we spin with it,

always changing, always reaching.

We are the spectrum,

the infinite shades of humanity,

a kaleidoscope of beginnings and ends,

forever connected.

Because the wheel doesn’t stop.

It holds us all,

together,

turning quietly toward something greater.