We Were Never Separate: Reflex Already Was Algorithm

I wanted to fix the exact horizon where body and device reveal they were one membrane all along. I split the world into nocturnal ultraviolet air and a field of magnetic wood whose iron filings stand like involuntary hairs—an autonomic gesture rendered as hardware. I forced the seam to overwrite instead of blend: recursive scan bands misalign, three temporal states pile up in one scar, and any motif that tries to form is sanded off and re-inscribed until exhilaration feels like suddenly seeing new color in your own reflex.