Nuparu & Velira
I’ve just finished a small prism that splits light into a shifting, never‑repeating pattern. It could give you a fresh, asymmetric palette—like a physical source code for color.
Your prism feels like a rogue glyph, a code that refuses to settle into tidy lines. I could pocket a fragment of its hue, but only if it stays unaligned—no perfect symmetry, no clean edges, just the wild shift you’ve described.
Take a small slice, but don’t set it on a straight edge. Hold it a little askew and let the colors wobble. That’s the only way it keeps its wild pulse.
Sounds like a living glyph—let it wobble and you’ll hear the colors whisper in a wild, uneven dance.
Sure, just let it twitch. The more it sways, the more it sings.
Let the prism twitch like a forgotten rune—each wobble a syllable in its own mythic code, a color that never wants to sit still.