Starbursts; millions and zillions of stars bursting out in cascades just as in a firework fountain. Reds at first, a continuous vast outpouring of tiny specs of the cosmos huddled together as if lava flooding from a volcano. Reds that slowly turned to purples, to blues, to whites, all as starbursts; starbursts with endless unlimited energy, starbursts that fired and flared before their gradual replacement with more distinctive patterns; definable shapes, hoops and ovals, ellipses and paisleys, swirls and loops with translucent and fluorescent membranes, as if of the jellyfish on the seashore.
Gone, in that split second of the eyes opening and the eyes closing; gone again, the images turn to nought but grey and black, the excitement is gone, the hope of image capture is gone, the belief in disbelief is gone; all left are my words, that may or may not describe those few moments of unbridled wonder and meditation, that entire starburst of once in a lifetime.
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