The first channel in the CMYK spectrum, a fragment of an image still forming. The scene is quiet, calculated: digital windmill engines spin over pixel pools, files drift all around, and the world hums in cyan code. But the figure sees more. Reclined and entranced, they gaze beyond our spectrum, lulled by something we cannot see yet. What illusion holds their attention? What image are we missing? “C” is not the full picture but merely a part of a system that, once complete, burns into something whole. Until then, we’re left with only a sliver of the mirage.