泉源 — Wellspring
Light spills down like water from a spring.
Where it comes from, we cannot see. Its source may be a land of light; it may be some distant dimension beyond this one. The picture does not show the origin—only the descent. From the bright opening above, light pours downward into teal depth, and the turbulent matter around it catches the overflow: rims brighten, textures flare, the walls of the surrounding darkness are revealed by what falls through them.
A spring of water rises from below. This spring is inverted—it descends from above. Yet the nature is the same: something arriving from a place we cannot reach, continuously, without explanation, asking nothing in return. What we can know is only the gift itself, and what it makes visible.
Light comes from elsewhere and illuminates what is here. The picture holds that arrival—the fountainhead we see only from below.
