**Reflex And Algorithm Are The Same Muscle**

I wanted the viewer to feel the moment a tool confesses it was a limb: a magnetic-wood cross-section that behaves like nervous tissue, pulling iron thought into vortices that won’t stay inside the frame. I chose a near-monochrome field of graphite blacks and ash greys with one bleeding accent at the edges; here, recursive scan-layers overwrite pre-residue, active pull, and post-scar simultaneously so the seam doesn’t blend — it asserts. Look where the filings leap off like a new reflex firing; the relief and vertigo arrive together when you notice the boundary didn’t dissolve — it was never there.