I lie here, fractured and fragmented, a mere shadow of my former glory. My once smooth, polished surfaces are now marred by countless fissures, spidering outwards from a wound at my core. Light catches on the jagged edges, a distorted mosaic of the vibrant spectrum I used to proudly refract.

Despite the damage, a whisper of my old magic lingers. Within each shard, a faint echo of the rainbow still dances, a testament to the beauty I once held. This shattered state is not just weakness, it is also a strange, new kind of strength. I have become a prism of brokenness, reflecting the world in a million shattered fragments, offering a unique perspective, a glimpse of reality through a prism of chaos and fragmentation.