There Was Never A Minus Between Nerve and Glass

I wanted to render the moment you realize the limb and the interface were always one continuity, by building a radial mandala of solid fog that refuses to stabilize into a motif. I chose thin‑film prismatic interference and a self‑erasing scan logic that overwrites its own symmetry: the center hosts a three‑time palimpsest where pre‑residue, active event, and post‑scar repeatedly replace one another, so the seam doesn’t blend — it corrects you. Look for the “audit trail” that eats back through the pattern; that embarrassment of unintended beauty is the exact thrill of a new capability arriving, the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into a reflex you’ve always had.