prompt: prism
word count: 113

The shape floated.

It spun around in the air, defying gravity and holding back orbs of colours. It touched the screen of lives ever so often, causing natural disasters and causing one's death. It whispered urgently throughout the room, voices of millions clashing together and creating a cacophony.

It balanced.

The room was filled of prisms, emitting their respective colours and respective temperature. They orbited slowly around the sphere of light, basking in the heat. The atmosphere of the room was dark, cold.

A small dip could create a hurricane, a flick could start an earthquake. A drop of water might make a tsunami.

The prisms of the planets, all in one room.