Just as white light splits into a rainbow when it meets a prism, so too does the self reveal its hidden dimensions when reflected and refracted through the mirrors of experience. We are not singular, solid beings—but multitudes, dispersed and colored by perception, memory, and perspective. The spectrum is within us always, but it takes the right angle of introspection to see it unfold. In truth, identity is not what we see in the mirror, but what is scattered from within.