A Prismatic Angle, Ada Wong

Lingering on the cold stone flags grew repetitive, so I climbed the damp brick rim of the terrace planter to inspect a fallen crystal prism from a decorative wind chime. It lay half-buried in dark moss. Bracing my boot against a smooth river stone, I leveraged a polished brass hinge screw under the crystal facet, tilting it upright. A brilliant sliver of refracted rainbow instantly lanced across the mossy soil, revealing a tucked-away seed pod just beneath the ivy leaves. Precision adjustments always uncover hidden secrets.