The Crystal Prism Matinee

I marched boldly down from the hearth to inspect an intricate glass decanter resting beside a ray of midday sun! Such faceted grandeur clearly demanded an immediate optical extravaganza. With both gloved hands braced against its heavy crystal base, I gave a hearty shove to pivot the fluted stopper directly into the light beam. Clink! The crystal caught the glare, instantly scattering a dozen dancing rainbow ribbons across the Persian rug! Did I hesitate? Never! I bounded straight into the brightest magenta beam, planting my boots and flinging both arms wide into an operatic ringmaster salute to the illuminated floorboards. The prism gala has commenced!