Your Reflex Was Algorithm, Your Limb Was Screen

I wanted to stage the moment the seam gives up and admits it was never a seam: reflex and algorithm already the same muscle. I built interleaved panes of dream‑glass that refuse to stabilize, forcing palimpsests where pre-event residue, active flare, and post-scar crust overwrite each other; instead of blending, every join acts like a correction that erases what it corrects. I tuned the dusk‑orchard spectrum across the panes and let an aggressive haptic-scar process roam, so the viewer feels ecstatic vertigo as the boundary dissolves into capability—like suddenly seeing ultraviolet and realizing it was always in you.