There Was Never A Minus — Only Overwrite

I wanted to make the seam itself confess: the moment you realize the device was always a limb and the reflex was already algorithm. I split the world at the horizon — below, entropy silk unravels and reweaves into fingerprints and phone-silhouettes; above, a nocturnal void veins with ultraviolet intent — and forced a triphasic scar-window where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar physically overprint each other in one visible patch. Look where the moiré membrane doesn’t blend but overwrites — boundary as ecstatic vertigo — and feel the electric anticipation as your eye starts doing something new it didn’t know it could do.