How many beginnings can one light hold?
If I follow one beam, what births am I leaving behind?
Dozens of impossible prisms hang in the void like a scattered constellation — each one refracting light that shouldn't exist in sulfur-red, hydrogen-green, and oxygen-blue — and the eye cannot rest on any single one because each leads to the next, and the space between them hums with the spectra they've stolen from each other.
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