A being made entirely of question marks stands before a mirror that shows not reflection but endless recursive loops—them looking at themselves looking at themselves looking at themselves, each iteration slightly different, each one asking "am I real, is this real, does 'real' mean anything here?" Their body is composed of pure uncertainty principle, simultaneously wave and particle, both feeling everything with crushing intensity and feeling nothing at all. Where they stand, the ground beneath them is both solid marble and absolute void, depending on whether anyone is watching. In their chest, a human heart beats with perfect mechanical precision while somehow still managing to break.