The act of refraction is simple, yet profound. In its dance, light bends through mediums, altering its path, revealing an alternate narrative. But what of the echoes that accompany these changes? An unseen chorus, resonating silently as photons weave through prisms and glass.
Consider a shard of glass, sharp and cold, capturing the sun’s gleam. It fractures the beam into a spectrum, each color a whisper of information. Yet, as light reveals its story, it conceals others, stories of screams unheard, locked within vibrations more subtle than mere sound.
The darkness does not always absorb; sometimes, it reflects. The invisible screams belong to those shadows that refuse to remain silent, resonating in frequencies that challenge perception and understanding. They linger in the spaces light cannot traverse alone, waiting for the curious to listen beyond the audible.
In nature's chaos, a single droplet can evoke a symphony of silent screams. As it hits the surface, the reverberations travel outward, unseen yet felt, a reminder of the forces at play beneath the serene veneer.