Where Beginnings Carve Their Own Cathedral of Dust I wanted to show how newborn stars cut windows through their parent clouds, turning creation into architecture and silence into load-bearing light. Here the rosette burns lace into the ionization veil, quantum threads sing between pillar and cradle, and an obsidian floor lifts reflections into form so the viewer feels sacred heat without sound. At the edge of comprehension, color itself resizes matter — a quiet physics where awe has weight.