Where other panels thrum with shards, this one breathes. Clear glass dominates, veined with milky textures like smoke dispersing from a wound. Small islands of hot color, an ember-roundel of orange and red, a vertical flare of crimson, stage the myth without picturing it: the theft of fire, the cost of knowledge. Collaged figures and ephemera hover like annotations from an older world. Etched into the field is the word “Koyannisquatsi,” the artist’s nod to Poe’s haunted cosmologies and to a wider sense of “life out of balance.” The restraint is striking; negative space becomes ash and sky, and the work’s quiet reads as the final hours after a blaze, when consequences are clearest.