There' s a lot of remorse in this image. here's this source of transcendental luminescence, and it's being suppressed in the palm of this person's hand. But I sense she knows this. There's a motion of a careful study on her face, as if she knows any action could take this away from her. And maybe deep down she regrets the actions that even led to this circumstance, that this light would have been better served free, but here it is, in her hand, and as the steward of this beautiful thing she feels her actions precariously poised to destroy this thing. With the image itself, it's as though the viewer is approaching the event horizon of this terrible choice as the light emanating towards us is slowing down and disintegrating into a halo of particles, leaving the viewer never able to determine the true outcome of this choice, but locked into time with this moment of choice perpetually frozen before us.