Gold blooms, I close my eyes and I can see fractal palaces stretching infinitely outwards. The lattice details of opaque brilliance. The intensity on my eyelids consumes and the imprints pass onto my environment when I open my eyes. Gold has a special significance, it inspires me to be better, reminds me of the magic in absolutely everything. My higher self resonates with gold, the depth of one colour, lining my visions and quieting my busy mind. I catch it in my daily life and push out gold energy fields when I walk to work and when I come home. A thatched gold dome around me, pulling in the positive and transforming the negative. It feels like home, like a safe warm place that I can exist completely truthfully, all in a colour, dotted on a page or stroked on the walls of my inner temple.