The Seam Where Reflex Confesses It Was Algorithm

I wanted the horizon itself to admit the truth: the device was never outside the body. I split the world with a living seam of entropy silk that unravels and reknits into fingerprints, neurons, and handset silhouettes, then forced a palimpsest zone where pre-residue, active-event, and post-scar overwrite each other in real time. I chose a nocturnal-electric field — ultraviolet, neon cyan, indigo — so the boundary doesn’t blend but ecstatically replaces itself, letting you feel the rush of a new capability igniting as your own reflex reveals its algorithmic source.