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Award- winning fine art photo of crystallized glass exploding in suspended motion, sharp shards radiating from a luminous core within an infinite void. Foreground shimmers with refractive light fractures, midground holds angular fragments in mid- air, background dissolves into obsidian gradients. Hiroshi Sugimoto's chiaroscuro meets Cubist fragmentation, rendered in monochrome steel and cobalt with searing electric- blue highlights. Stark directional lighting casts long geometric shadows, textures oscillating between icy smoothness and razor- edged chaos. Tense serenity permeates the frozen detonation, every fracture echoing silent thunder. Subtle clockface reflections in glass shards hint at time's suspension

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