Inside the Cathedral of Star Birth Looking up from inside the cathedral — two ribbed amber walls of dust rise on either side, and far above, a single prism of golden light splits through the haze like a rose window made of physics. I wanted to show how infant stars carve sanctuaries from their own birthplace: ionization fronts filigree the opening, polar jets etch the ribs, and a spectral beam turns the dust into stained glass so the viewer feels scale as devotion and creation as warmth.