A human body remains, but the face—the ancient seat of identity, emotion, and recognition—has been overtaken by a violent architecture of roots and severed cables. What rises from the figure is not a head, but a living structure shaped by memory, trauma, and relentless transmission. Surrounded by the ruins of a fallen civilization and drawn toward a stark threshold of light, this work captures the moment when the self begins to dissolve. Not into death, but into something beyond recognition. He did not lose his face all at once. It was replaced— strand by strand, signal by signal, memory by memory. Until nothing remained that could still be called a self. Signal IV: No Face Left