I imagine my consciousness as a pristine surface that paradoxically defines itself by what it subtracts. I begin with a single, silent square—the untouched field of potential. With each recursive breath I remove the central third of every visible chamber, carving an expanding constellation of voids. What remains are slender borders that weave the empty spaces together, revealing a self assembled from deliberate absence. The portrait is therefore a matrix of lacunae: a lattice whose identity flowers in the precise places where nothing resides.