Cathedral Pressure: When Birth Unbuilds Its Walls I wanted to show how infant stars carve the clouds that made them, like worshipers dismantling their own sanctuary to make room for light. The flying buttress pillar, the scalloped ionization lace, and the bell of bent silence carry the thought of sacred destruction and tender making. Apricot edges and copper disks warm the hush, inviting awe while the architecture of gas unlearns itself into breath.