The head tilts back, chin raised, eyes closed — a posture that reads as surrender or exposure. The face holds: pale plaster, cracked along fine lines, panels of skin lifting at their edges. The ear has migrated, displaced from its axis, floating free of the skull. At the jaw and throat, the layers open and red appears — not as wound, but as interior colour, the material beneath the material. Circular scoring crosses the entire surface, indifferent to anatomy. Sheets of the face peel back to reveal another face pressed beneath — smaller, darker, incomplete. The body is mid-process: neither intact nor dissolved, held at the point where one state has not finished and the next has not begun. An athanor sustains heat long enough for transformation. The image holds that duration.