The heart Art 🎨

The glass window shatters, the pulse of heavenly thunder roaring the beats of new, majestic movements. A cautious sound of raging winds. A place so favorably new, a mountain peak made flat land and a praise valley emerging with strikes of throne room colours. A portrait fitting and a clap of shoulder armor raising the armor of pose gestures. The colour of new, the pulse of new, the Realm of fresh throne room heartbeats.