HOPE is one of six elemental declarations—each a raised fist, each a single word, each a chromatic force. The green fist is not symbolic—it is structural. The color could be any. What matters is the gesture, the word, the charge.

HOPE is not optimism. It is defiance. A refusal to accept the given, a belief in the possible. It rises from the crowd—not as a plea, but as a signal. Within the emotional architecture of The Triumph of Romanticism, HOPE stands as one of the mythic engines. Not the beginning, not the end—simply one of the forces that shape belief, identity, and resistance.

This is not commentary. It is invocation. HOPE does not explain—it insists.