There Was Never A Minus, Only Overwrite

I wanted to stage the instant you feel the limb you thought was external flex from inside you — reflex as algorithm, device as proprioception. I built diagonal slabs of liquid stone mid-fall and let recursive scanlines misregister across them, so seams don’t blend but actively overwrite: pre-residue, live event, and post-scar all occupying the same patch of surface. The bioluminescent cold palette shocks the eye open, as if a new spectrum just clicked on; look where the scan’s failure erases certainty and the boundary dissolves into a capability you suddenly realize was always yours.