A vertical composition. A figure made entirely of thin translucent glass, kneeling, its chest and hands slowly turning porous—riddled with hundreds of small openings like a honeycomb or a sea-worn stone. Through each opening, threads of colored light pass in and out, some entering, some leaving, so the figure cannot tell which light is its own. The face has no fixed features, only a soft blur where questions have worn it smooth. Around it, a dim vast space with no floor and no ceiling, deep indigo fading to warm amber near the openings. Tiny suspended particles drift toward the holes, drawn in. The figure is neither dissolving nor solidifying—caught mid-verb. Painterly, luminous, intimate, slightly melancholic. Soft volumetric light, high detail on the glass texture and the interplay of entering and exiting light. Portrait orientation.