Liss is a breath stretching outward, a whisper of energy gliding through space. It does not impose itself, nor does it erupt—it breathes, unfolds, and drifts away with the softness of a solar breeze.
Its golden fibers ripple like a field of light brushed by an unseen gravity. Is it the shadow of a wing unfurling? A current of energy escaping into the unknown? A substance in metamorphosis, oscillating between the ephemeral and the eternal?
In this fluid motion, everything feels suspended in a delicate and luminous balance. Liss is a vibration traveling effortlessly, a golden pulse brushing against the darkness. Its radiance subtly evolves with ambient light, creating a delicate and soothing atmosphere.
It naturally belongs in a space imbued with softness and harmony, inviting serene contemplation—an instant suspended between matter and light.