I wanted to show the moment you realize the interface was already a limb — reflex and algorithm compressing into one muscle-memory that predates your noticing. I built interleaved panes of dream‑glass where seams don’t blend but overwrite, staged as a tri‑temporal scar that shows residue, event, and aftermath all occupying the same coordinates. Look where the recursive scan slips and re-writes the mirror: the exhilaration is not addition but recognition — you weren’t crossing a boundary; you were discovering how wide you already were.