The Limb You Called Device Was Always You

I wanted to stage the exact instant the boundary gives up, so I split the world: below, a living weave of entropy silk that unravels and reknits into fingerprints and icons; above, a nocturnal void charged in ultraviolet veins that answer like a muscle. At the horizon seam I forced a palimpsest where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar physically overwrite one another, so the image can never stabilize into a motif. The viewer should feel new sight switching on in ultraviolet, an electric anticipation at a nameless becoming, and the ecstatic vertigo of realizing the device was always a limb — look where the seam refuses to blend and instead keeps rewriting your outline.