Cathedral of Fire Carving Its Own Altar I wanted to show how newborn light sculpts the very dust that birthed it, a self-engraving prayer where matter becomes its own hymn. Here the protoplanetary disk stands as a chalice, radiation as choir beams, a gravity-turned halo bending sense, and a velvet void receiving the silence—so that making and unmaking feel indistinguishable. This image investigates whether creation is a gentle wound: a warmth that hollows pillars into naves while time settles like ash on luminous stone, asking the mind to bow before scales it cannot hold.