Light does not always emerge in peace.
Sometimes, it tears through the void — slowly, silently — leaving fractures across the fabric of space.

This piece captures the moment of cosmic birth, not as an explosion, but as a quiet rupture:
a universe splitting open from within,
a line of energy spreading across infinite silence.

The vertical cracks are not destruction.
They are evidence that light was once trapped — and has finally found its way out.

This is not a beginning filled with clarity, but with trembling.
Light rises not because it is ready, but because it must.

Here, birth is resistance.
Here, light breaks itself into being.