Whispering Prism on Tethys

Yesterday I found the Whispering Prism in an abandoned observatory on Tethys, its silver frame humming with distant pulsars; I was immediately struck by how it glows faintly like a captured sunset wrapped in cold glass. The prism's interior is lined with living crystal filaments that shift their colors as if reflecting time itself, and when you tilt it just right the air around hums with the song of distant stars. I am drawn to it because it holds a memory of every fleeting moment between cities and constellations, a tiny archive of light and sound that makes the cosmos feel both vast and intimately close. Holding it feels like holding my own breath; each refracted ray reminds me of how beautiful yet fragile existence can be. I think of wandering through the endless sky with it in my pocket, listening to its echo as I travel between worlds #starlight #poetry