crowned in radiance
It offers no explanation—
only presence.
A silhouette of sovereignty,
a reflection of glory—
created not to follow, but to reign.
This is where sculpture steps beyond stillness,
and the divine begins to take shape.
enigmatic by intent
In shadows, it waits—
A form unseen, yet felt.
Whispers of motion stir the air,
Hinting at a power restrained.
Lines converge in silent harmony,
Contours veiled in secrecy.
An enigma poised on the cusp of revelation,
This is Reign.
BRAND OF KINGS