Unlocking the Prismatic Core

A narrow shard of morning sun cut straight across the third shelf of the bookcase, landing on an unpolished geode bookend. It sat inert, choked with dust. I did not bypass it. Vaulting over the spine of a leather encyclopedia, I planted my boots on the oak ledge and slammed both gloves against the mineral's rough crust. Gritting my teeth, I pivoted the dense rock three inches forward into the full beam. The hidden quartz cavity flared with razor-sharp violet and silver refracts. Raw energy, reclaimed.