A herd of crystalline white horses surges across the surface like a single, splintered wave, their bodies faceted into angular planes that translate muscle and momentum into geometry. Behind them, the stained-glass ground of ochres, greens, and ember tones fractures space into a shifting mosaic, making speed feel less like motion and more like a vibration through light. The scarlet manes and tails flare as banners of urgency, suggesting both freedom and the pressure of being driven—an exultant flight that is also a restless escape. In this suspended gallop, the work turns nature into emblem, capturing the paradox of power: luminous, collective, and perpetually on the verge of breaking form.