It glows in pinks. Pink Lamp.

Viginti Duo unleashed the pigments onto the canvas in the forest. It was sunny but the music wasn't playing, a dog was barking, and eventually it began to pour with rain.

There were moments of resistance, for Viginti Duo had not foreseen it would be this way. Then she remembered. It is all unfolding perfectly - let it be as it is and flowed with it.

It glows in pinks. Pink Lamp.

The light that illuminates peacefully and vibrantly beneath all that arises.

The mystery becomes the revelation.

Liberatio lucis XXII