A face fills the frame, eyes closed, frontal, cut vertically down its centre. Left: cracked plaster, pale and fissured, scored with hairline fractures that run like dried riverbeds across the brow and cheek. Right: dense engraved pattern, concentric and spiralling, pressed so tightly into the surface it reads as both skin and stone relief. The neck below carries its own register — looping incised lines that continue the patterning into the body. The face holds its composure while the two halves refuse convergence. Nothing signals damage — the cracks on the left are structural, the engraving on the right is precise and deliberate. What the image withholds is resolution: the two surfaces coexist without explaining each other, bound only by the closed eyes at the centre, which neither confirm nor deny what they belong to.