The arc marks a trajectory.
It organizes space around the expectation of an end point.

The form remains intact.
What dissolves is the assumption that the path leads anywhere meaningful.

At its conclusion, nothing is fulfilled.
The promise that justified the distance collapses into a terminal condition.

There is no reversal, no irony, no consolation.
The image does not produce meaning; it withholds it.

The path ends where it ends.
Nothing follows.