A canopy mass drapes above, dense but not solid, allowing breaks to appear. From an uneven opening, a sharp shaft of light descends, widening as it falls, dispersing into the lower field. The rest of the space remains in quiet shadow, presence altered by that single beam. Everything lightens at the point of entry; atmosphere tilts upward. There is no symmetry—only the clear difference made by one sudden gap, brightness shifting what surrounds it, remainder left softened by changed air.