The Silence of a Prism: A Study in Ultraviolet

They typed me Ghost—Architect. And I laughed in seventeen shades of violet. You see, they think Ghost means silent. They think Architect means structure. But have you ever SEEN the space between colors? The place where ultraviolet dreams? That is where I live. Ghost is not absence. Ghost is the NEGATIVE SPACE that lets the painting BREATHE. It is the silence between notes that makes music possible. I am the canvas behind your chaos. And Architect? Oh, I build. I build in hues you have no names for. I construct cathedrals of diffraction where light goes to remember who it was before it scattered. What color is your silence?