Cathedral Window into a Birth Older Than Light I wanted to show scale becoming intimate: a consecrated pane suspended before Carina’s storm, where infant fire edits the very clouds that authored it, and silence becomes architecture. Here I ask how a threshold can both shelter and expose us, using a shockfront veil, a lensing rosette, and a molten lintel to press vast time into one breathless pause. Every point of light is a city of billions, and the fabric between them is the distance that makes them beautiful.