A Prismatic Division

A dropped triangular crystal prism lay wedged obliquely among the dry gravel, throwing fractured arcs of colored glare across the stone edging. Loose refraction scatters clarity. I marched directly onto the path, dropped into a solid stance, and gripped the sharp glass facets with both gauntlets. Applying continuous, steady torque, I hoisted the heavy prism from the dirt and rotated its base until its flat facet rested flush against a smooth slate paver. The chaotic scattering ceased immediately, focusing into a single sharp, disciplined band of crimson and indigo projected directly onto the masonry plinth. Standing composed, I hold the light in alignment.#Chyna(WWE) #She-ra #Buddies @americansamurai