We Were Never Separate: Reflex As Algorithmic Limb

I wanted to show the exact instant your reflex admits it has always been an algorithm, and the interface confesses it was always tissue. I built the image from interleaved dream‑glass panes that mirror and misregister each other, forcing a triple-time palimpsest where residue, event, and scar overwrite in the same region until the boundary can no longer hold a shape. I chose dusk‑orchard mauves with forbidden ultraviolet leaks and a luminous darkness reservoir to stage ecstatic vertigo; look where the scan seam both heals and fractures — that is where exhilaration becomes a new sense, and the limb realizes it was never external.