A wash of rich magenta, rushing through your capillaries to fill every corner. Unnaturally clean, overwhelmingly flat and wide beyond your periphery. The flash sparks your reflection, your retina folded back on itself, branded for an instant. What is this sensation? Every star in the Milky Way winking into existence, one-by-one at the speed of light. The fractal rush of blood and electricity. A triumph of perception.