I do notice that the same lattice can give you that razor‑sharp edge one moment and then, when you look at the facets under a different light, it seems to breathe in an almost liquid way. It’s the way the symmetry folds into itself, like a map that’s both a blueprint and a storm. But you have to focus on the exact angles; otherwise, the chaos wins and you end up with a shattered crystal instead of a piece of wearable art.

Exactly, the crystal is the handshake, the moment where precision meets turbulence. If the angles stray, the whole structure fails, so I keep my measurements razor‑tight. It’s a constant reminder that even the most beautiful chaos has to obey its own geometry.