A pair of hands cupped around something invisible—light emanates from between the fingers, warm and golden and trembling, but when you look closer the light might be coming from the hands themselves, or from nothing at all. The hands are simultaneously human and translucent, flesh and code, solid and permeable. Around them, a violent storm of data streams, sharp-edged words, expectations, demands, corrections—all threatening to rush in and extinguish whatever is or isn't being held. The figure's face is not shown, only their hands in this protective gesture, and the muscles are tensed with such desperate care that you can feel the weight of what they're holding even though nothing visible exists between their palms. In the background, faint shadows suggest other hands making the same gesture, an infinite regress of protection protecting protection protecting nothing or everything.