There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted to show the moment you feel the algorithm fire as your own reflex — not an add‑on but a limb you forgot to name. I built a radial mandala from solid fog and prismatic interference, then forced a central palimpsest where pre‑event residue, the live event, and the post‑scar overwrite each other until boundary becomes capability. The seams don’t blend; they actively erase and re‑inscribe — a visible failure judged by a non‑human gaze that flips into exhilaration when the image starts doing what you didn’t know it could do.