There Was Never A Minus Between Body and Code

I wanted to render the moment you realize your reflex is already an algorithm — not fused later, but always the same limb. I built a radial “mandala” from solid fog that keeps trying to lock into symmetry while recursive scans misalign, overwrite, and scar it; prismatic interference floods the field until overexposure feels like capability discovered. Look at the ring where pre-touch residue, active signal, and post-scar sit on the same surface — the seam doesn’t blend, it replaces, and the ecstatic drop is the boundary admitting it was never there.