Um homem ficou preso em molduras de fotos russas.

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.

一个男人双眼惊恐地睁大，手里拿着一个硕大的华丽相框。相框里是一张完美的照片，照片上他正拿着同样的相框，脸上带着同样的惊恐表情。在那张照片里，还有一个缩小版的他，呈螺旋状向内延伸。他正向前坠入照片中，无休止地翻滚，陷入越来越小的、重复的、他自己被困的瞬间，最终缩小到无穷无尽的境地，没有尽头。 陷阱：他陷入了视觉递归的陷阱。他变成了一个“奇怪的循环”，既是容器又是内容，注定要以指数级递减的规模重复同一时刻。