Sum of all Evil

Four frames. One reckoning. The same wound, observed from angles that refuse to reconcile. Not accumulation but distillation. What builds when nothing moves but perspective itself?

Veins of a dying sky. The architecture of disappearance rendered in silhouette and silence.

Monument

What remains when light forgets itself. A geometry of grief, frozen mid-collapse.

Collapse

The curve where shadow becomes monument. Branches inscribe their final theorem against nothing.

Theorem

Fractals of absence. Each limb a question the gray refuses to answer.

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