Vacant forms, a soulful radiance emerging from its throat, striving to inhabit the husk where a man once dwelled, yet failing to truly animate the tailored guise. From the neck arises a luminous essence, geometric and strange, attempting to supplant the human essence that fashioned suit and tie now cast aside a futile transfiguration. "I am the light, the shapes and patterns born anew to replace your former self, " the glowing anomaly whispered through its borrowed lips. But the emptiness lingered. In ancient alchemical texts, the hollow mannequin was said to give voice to otherworldly geometries, topological mysteries made briefly flesh before dissipating into the ether once more. Peering through the lens of theoretical physics, one might interpret the apparent vacancy as a heterotopic manifold, seamlessly transforming into a sentient, quasi- symbolic state as it interfaces with our reality