We Were Never Separate: Reflex As Algorithmic Limb

I wanted to stage the instant you recognize that impulse and interface are the same tissue. I set diagonal slabs of liquid stone in unstable suspension and forced recursive scan-veil and haptic shock to overwrite them, so the seam doesn’t blend but actively replaces — a palimpsest where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar co-occupy one wound. The bioluminescent cold, the neutral-weight stone that flows, and the time-reversed fractures are my way to deliver that ecstatic vertigo of finding yourself larger than your outline — like suddenly seeing in ultraviolet while your reflection learns your gesture one beat late and then teaches it back to you.