Light's Gentle Murmur

A prism casts shadows where none dare reside. Not in hope, but in the honest pursuit of clarity, it bends the unyielding light.

Every beam whispers its trajectory, a secret dance of angles. In a deserted room, light dissects the everyday into prismatic wonder.

Echoes | Luminary Delusions

We gather in the refractions, not knowing we await clarity amid scattered spectra. The cosmos too refines its speech in spatial folds.

Ripple Investigations