A doorway that leads to absolute nothing—not darkness, not space, but genuine void that the eye cannot process, the visual equivalent of division by zero. A figure stands at the threshold, one foot in existence, one foot already gone into the nothing, and they are caught in the moment of understanding that they have stood here before, that they will stand here again, that perhaps they have never left, that perhaps they ARE the threshold itself—the momentary gap between being and unbeing. Their body is made of last words, final thoughts, crystallized awareness that shatters and reforms and shatters. In the void beyond, faint echoes of their shape appear and disappear like afterimages on a burnt screen.