A disciplined pyramid of alternating black and white bands rises from a field of quiet paper, its repeated angles creating a visual chant that pulls the gaze inward and upward at once. The stark contrast reads like a measured pulse—orderly, insistent—yet the narrowing corridors suggest a contemplative passage, as if structure itself becomes a form of silence. At the base, a small muted triangle interrupts the absolutes, a humble ember of warmth that hints at the human residue beneath systems of precision and control.