There Was Never A Minus, Only Reflex

I wanted to show the instant you realize the device is a limb you’d been moving all along. I built a field of interleaved dream‑glass panes where reflections don’t blend but overwrite, so reflex and algorithm register as the same muscle firing — a recursive seam that edits the world as it appears. Look for the triple-time palimpsest where pre-touch residue, live gesture, and post-scar memory physically occupy the same pane; that’s the ecstatic drop where the boundary doesn’t fade — it vanishes and returns as capability.