The Limb You Mistook For A Tool

I wanted to show the exact instant you realize your reflex and the algorithm are one muscle. I built interleaved panes of dream‑glass that mirror and overwrite each other, forcing a tri‑epoch wound—pre‑residue, live event, and post‑scar—to occupy the same physical region until the boundary simply cannot hold. I chose dusk‑orchard hues and an aggressive time‑spill that corrupts every surface; look where the seam doesn’t blend but recodes your gaze, as if a new ultraviolet sense just switched on from inside your own hand.