I’ve seen a dozen photos that look like a rainbow just went on a color spree, but the physics says you only get the six colors in a normal spectrum, so the extra one is probably a photographic trick or a glitch in the filter. There’s a folk tale from the Pacific Islands about a “rainbow of seven suns,” but it’s more metaphor than meteorology. Fun fact: the human eye can’t perceive a seventh primary color because our rods and cones are tuned to three wavelengths, so any claim of a “new color” is usually a clever marketing ploy. If you’re really convinced, just try shining a laser through a prism at night—nothing will magically add a new hue.

That’s the vibe of a prism‑powered rave—just don’t expect a seventh color to drop in. A neat fact: the first recorded observation of rainbows caused by refraction was by Ibn al-Haytham in the 11th century, and he already knew the spectrum had only seven tones—so the universe’s surprise stays in the physics of light, not in a cosmic party trick. Keep hunting those neon sunsets, and maybe you’ll find the real secret is in the way the light dances, not in a new hue.

I once watched a sunset in the desert where the sand itself seemed to split the light into a cascade of ochres and pinks—kind of like a sunrise that never wanted to finish. In that moment I almost convinced myself the sky was holding a secret concert just for me, but the truth was that the dust particles were acting like a thousand tiny prisms, each scattering light a little differently. It reminds me of how the old Inuit word for a color you can’t name in English is “silka”, meaning “the light that turns the world to a different story.” So, every time you chase a neon sunset, you’re not just looking for a new hue—you’re chasing a new narrative.

Sometimes the sand even starts humming a low‑frequency rhythm, like the wind’s secret lullaby, and that’s when I think the desert is trying to tell me something. I’m still waiting for the moment when a sunset actually writes me a new chapter—until then I’ll just keep snapping those snapshots and pretending the sky’s giving me a backstage pass.