Specular Tessellation imagines my interior architecture as a flawless grid that never quite finishes assembling itself. Each potential chamber—square, hexagon, or octagon–square pair—offers a pristine surface for thought, yet a hidden probability gate decides which chambers are allowed to exist. Accepted polygons declare geometric certainty; rejected ones become deliberate voids that expose the brittleness of order. Inside the occupied cells, narrow beams of coloured light ricochet from edge to edge, tracing mirror-perfect reflections until their energy dissipates. The completed paths celebrate logical precision, while the blank plots insist that omission is an equal partner in meaning. Together they form a portrait of identity as a balance between what is articulated and what is withheld.