« Don’t forget the blue paint »

Love Through a Prism feels like something very soft that keeps unfolding in the hands, tender with love, spilling colour almost shyly from one scene to the next, from the first breath of the episode to the final still image.
It doesn’t rush. It glows… slowly, gently, sometimes almost trembling.

And there is that lapis lazuli blue, deep, watchful, like consciousness quietly waking up inside the light. Not loud, not demanding… just present, like a knowing.

I don’t quite have the right words, but the series moves very close to what I might, a little clumsily, but sincerely
call perfection.

Thank you.