Above the angel assembling the fresco, a sea wave rises — not to destroy, but to reveal. It breaks the platonic surface, leaving an unresolved energy suspended in eternity. Like death, it washes over all that is temporary, yet cannot destroy what is built within. What exists only outside would collapse. The wave cleanses, refines, and leaves only what is true — all that you have gathered through your actions, both light and dark, small and great.