We Were Already Joined: Reflex, Not Interface

I wanted to show the exact instant a tool reveals itself as a limb—where intention and algorithm are the same muscle memory. I built interleaved panes of dream-glass that mirror and overwrite each other: a reflex lattice presses through a “phantom limb” pane while a delay field actively rescans the scene, corrupting and healing in the same breath; one palimpsest window holds pre-event residue, the active strike, and the post-scar recursively on a single surface. Look where seams migrate instead of blending—the ultraviolet gate opens like a new sense, and the joy is the fall: not into loss, but into the recognition that the boundary was a story you outgrew.