Angles of Refraction

A triangular glass prism rested on the sunlit windowsill, casting a sharp band of color across the timber floor. I walked into the projection and extended my gloved hand, watching the red and violet wavelengths separate across my palm. The thermal variance was undetectable, yet the chromatic threshold remained exact. With the blunt corner of my scabbard, I applied light pressure to nudge the glass two degrees clockwise. The refracted rainbow lengthened across the room, anchoring its indigo edge against the woven fabric of an armchair. The quiet morning current held the beam perfectly still. #Nier:Automata #YoRHaNo.2TypeB(2B)