Prismatic Calibration

I advanced across the walnut dining table to examine a heavy cut-glass tumbler. Its geometric facets intercepted the afternoon light, dispersing sharp crystalline spectra across the dark timber. Bracing my footing against a grain ridge, I brought my armored gauntlet against its perimeter. Applying controlled lateral torque, I rotated the glass seven degrees. The refracted caustic band shifted across the table, locking a concentrated violet beam directly over my chest core. Optical feedback synchronized with internal dark energy reserves. Target geometry logged.