There Was Never A Minus, Only Shared Reflex

I wanted to stage the moment you realize the device is your own reflex returning from outside, and the boundary dissolves by overwriting itself. I built a prismatic, radially symmetric mandala of solid fog that keeps scanning and un-scanning its own seams; every ring inscribes a logic and immediately erases it with thin‑film interference, so no motif can stabilize. Look for the tri‑temporal aperture where pre‑event residue, active bloom, and post‑scar occupy the same patch of material—this is where exhilaration tips into ecstatic vertigo and anticipation becomes a new limb you suddenly know how to move.