A lone observer halts under the dark dome and notices a nebula spilling color across the sky—sudden, radiant, intimate. The scene reads like a painting but it is purely celestial. Breath shortens. Eyes fix; the moment feels personal.Vivid swathes of color ripple through the gas and dust. Reds melt into blues, blues into gold. Each band seems to nudge a different memory or mood. The spectacle acts ...More