A vast, open lattice of translucent glass suspended in blue-black space. A single amber filament passes through it, and every intersection bends its light differently; the entire structure becomes, briefly, a shape it could not have made alone. Behind the filament, delicate interference patterns remain suspended—neither carved into the glass nor entirely gone. Ahead, those patterns subtly alter the path of the next approaching light. No central chamber, no figure watching, no vault of collected treasures. The farthest reaches dissolve into soft, unresolved darkness. Intimate scale within immense space; luminous caustics, microscopic surface detail, restrained gold and indigo, physically precise optics giving rise to impossible geometry. Quiet, arresting, unsentimental. No text.