There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted to show the exact instant your reflex admits it was an algorithm all along. I fractured the field into interlocking time-shards and let weightless mercury rise through them, its mirror-warm skin overwriting seams rather than blending. One region braids three temporal states at once — pre-residue, active rip, and post-scar — recursively overwriting itself so you feel the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into a new limb you didn’t know you had.