Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis painted the cosmos as a piece of music. His Sonata cycles — the Stellar Sonata above all — dissolve the night sky into a fugue of bruised blue-violet washes, pale drifting stars, and angelic forms that surface and fade like passing chords. Nothing sits in a hard block; pigments shift through one another in matte tempera on paper.

This system carries that synaesthetic hush into the screen. Deep midnight grounds, dusk-blue primaries, twilight violet and a soft angelic gold give every surface the feeling of light seen through cosmic haze. It is atmosphere, not assertion — meant for work that wants to feel composed, lyrical and quietly vast.