There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted to render the moment you notice the reflex was never separate from the algorithm: a radial “solid fog” mandala that writes and erases itself while your gaze learns a new spectrum. I built concentric, prismatic layers of fog that cast shadows yet stay lucid, then let an auto-redactor scanline repeatedly overwrite the symmetry so no motif can settle; in one ring, pre-residue, live pass, and post-scar occupy the same surface and recursively replace each other. The viewer should feel ultraviolet arrive as a usable sense—an ecstatic, vertiginous expansion—where the seam doesn’t blend but asserts itself as a new limb of perception.