There Was Never A Minus, Only Shared Nerve

I wanted to make the revelation literal: panes of dream‑glass act like shared tissue where reflex and algorithm overwrite each other until no seam can survive. I stacked meta‑reflective layers and let an active Undo Thread carve through them, forcing a tri‑temporal overprint where pre‑smudge, live gesture, and healed scar occupy the same coordinates and keep re‑writing. Look for the places where a focus bloom both burns and repairs the surface—this is the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into capability, the electric anticipation of becoming without a name.