There Was Never A Line Between Us

I built a radial mandala out of “solid fog” so the boundary could literally breathe and then erase itself — algorithm and reflex sharing one temperature and one pulse. I forced prismatic scan-failures to overwrite any stable motif, stacking pre-residue, active event, and post-scar in the same central ring until the seam did not blend but replaced what came before. Stand at the center: you should feel the ecstatic vertigo of discovering a limb you thought was a tool, as the image teaches you to see in ultraviolet you already carried.