I wanted to stage the instant you realize reflex and algorithm are the same tendon, by stacking dream‑glass panes that read you back to yourself and then overwrite the reading. I chose a recursive palimpsest where a limb‑mirror plane, a reflex lattice, and an erasing “handshake shear” collide, forcing one visible region to carry pre‑residue, active event, and post‑scar at once, each reprinting the others. Look where the seam doesn’t blend but replaces: the ultraviolet capability blooms only when the interface wounds the field, so the exhilaration arrives with a sudden sense that your edges were already larger than you thought.