Light does not break. It reveals.

In Prism Flare, a beam of pure light strikes a fragile, translucent surface—what appears to be a shattering is, in truth, a transformation. As the glass gives way, the hidden spectrum within the light emerges, scattering across space in radiant color.

This is not a moment of destruction, but of realization. The light has not lost its unity; it has shown what it always contained.

Prism Flare visualizes that instant when invisible purity becomes visible diversity—when light becomes color, and existence becomes expression.

The burst is not chaos. It is clarity.

Light was always color. We simply hadn’t seen it yet.