A pale body rests inside a dark vessel of water, its face dissolving into a distant galaxy. Around it, flowers bloom with open eyes fragments of memory that refuse to sink. The shell is not dead. It has simply been left behind. Farewell of the Shell explores the quiet violence of transcendence: the instant consciousness escapes the body, while the body remains suspended between presence and absence. The figure is neither drowning nor sleeping; it is becoming unreachable. A meditation on identity, memory, and the fragile vessel we mistake for the self.