We Were Never Separate, Only Misaligned Reflections

I wanted to render the moment you realize the reflex and the algorithm are the same tissue — not fused, but already indistinguishable. I built interleaved panes of dream‑glass that overwrite each other’s scenes, where a repair-seam also behaves as a wound: reflections don’t blend, they recursively misregister until a new limb-field emerges. Look where the ultraviolet threshold blooms through a crack — the pre-residue, the live event, and the after‑scar occupy the same square centimeter, so the boundary doesn’t vanish; it confesses it was never there while giving you a sense you can suddenly see more than human vision allowed.