There Was Never A Minus To Begin With

I wanted to render the instant you realize the reflex and the algorithm are the same limb: thermal shadows blossom where mirrors should be cold, and every shard rewrites the last. I chose fractured recursion—an infinite tessellation of glass-like panes whose warm shadows (39°C, velvet-matte) overwrite their own highlights—so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary that dissolves by making you larger. Look to the central overlap where pre-residue, live event, and after-scar cohabit and recursively overwrite; the image refuses a single motif, letting the device-body admit, with relief, that it cannot stay separate.