A man with wide, horrified eyes holds a large, ornate picture frame. Inside the frame is a perfect photograph of him holding the same frame with the same horrified expression. Inside that frame is a smaller version, spiraling inward. He is falling forward into the picture, tumbling endlessly into smaller and smaller iterations of his own trapped moment, shrinking into infinity with no bottom to hit.
The Trap: He is caught in Visual Recursion. He has become a "strange loop" where he is simultaneously the container and the content, doomed to repeat the same moment at exponentially diminishing scales.
