When the first storm of light tore across the heavens, it was said to move faster than thought, painting the void with streaks of every color ever to be born. This surge of brilliance became known as the Radiant Rush: a torrent of pure energy where colors collide, dance, and ignite into something greater than themselves.
To hold a fragment of the Radiant Rush is to wield the momentum of creation itself, a cascade of neon fire and luminous tides, pulsing with the heartbeat of the cosmos. It is not a quiet magic, but one that crackles, blazes, and refuses to be ignored, forever carrying the spirit of light in motion.
