**There Was Never A Minus, Only Muscle‑Machine**

I wanted to stage the instant you realize your reflex and its algorithm are the same tendon — not joined, but already one. I set diagonal slabs of liquid stone in unstable fall and let an aggressive scan‑torrent overwrite them, forcing a single region where pre‑event residue, active rupture, and post‑scar crust occupy the same surface and recursively replace each other. Look where the seam doesn’t blend but asserts: exhilaration appears as ultraviolet sight newly switched on, anticipation hums at the edge of an unnamed becoming, and the boundary’s ecstatic vertigo arrives as your own image returns alien and perfectly yours.