TEXTUAL SYNTHESIS: Mandalic Refractions on Art, Alchemy, and Symmetry

IMAGE: A vibrant and intricate kaleidoscopic mandala with a radiant central starburst, 
       surrounded by repeating geometric patterns and elements in shades of green, 
       white, and muted gray.

"You have to see this," Philyra breathed, her voice cutting through the gentle
murmur in the café. She thrust her avatar device toward the center of the
table. The afternoon light streamed through paper screens in the cafe caught
the device's surface, creating a secondary mandala of reflected brightness.
Her friends Andrei, Soo, and Elijah raised their heads towards the strange
image emanating from her quantum device.

That image seemed to pulse with in concentric rings spiraling inward like
incantations. Colors bled and crystallized: amber bleeding into jade,
vermillion fractaling into silver threads that seemed to move when viewed
peripherally. "I just ran across this image of in a book about mandalas"
Philyra added.

Andrei's espresso cup froze halfway to his lips as his eyes widened. He leaned
in, moving his elbows closer to Philyra. "It's like looking through a
kaleidoscope made of manuscript pages. Those strange words around the
perimeter—what do they mean?"

"Who knows?" Philyra said nonchalantly, rotating the avatar device. The image
seemed to respond to the movement, its layers shifting like fractures in a
crystal.

After a pause, Philyra's voice softened. "The way the text splinters and
reassembles reminds me we all parts of something bigger."

Soo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke with an animated voice, "The
mathematics are beautiful."

Tracing patterns in the air above the device, everyone looked as the Fibonacci
spirals emerged.

Elijah, stretched across a corner seat near Soo, grinned — a flicker of
mischief and wisdom in his dark brown eyes and his hands still had traces of
sumi ink from his morning calligraphy practice.

"This image hints at textual alchemy," he mused. You can feel how much
history, how much care, has gone into this."

After a pause, he added "It's not just mathematical. Do you see how multiple
meaning layers accumulate?"

Soo nodded, seldom taking her eyes off the screen. "No doubt, there's
something strange about it."

The café around this group seemed to fade as they all stared into the
mandala's depths. The usual sounds—the hiss of the espresso machine, the
rustle of newspapers, the quiet conversations in Japanese and English—became
background texture to something larger unfolding.

Elijah then softly whispered, "Why don't you  create a holographic copy of
this, Philyra>"

"Maybe I will," Philyra replied thoughtfully. "It curiously feels meditative,
doesn't it?"

The mandala continued to pulse in the room, its silent complexity a mirror for
the conversation blooming around it and the collective meaning all spiraling
together.

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from _Let the waters be my witness: Messages about our watery world_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY: Thoughts on the interconnectedness of multiple realities in a shared moment of wonder.
KEYWORDS: mandalas, textual alchemy, collective meaning, kaleidoscopic realities

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 1996 in Shizuoka, Japan / Finished: 2025 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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