**There Was Never A Minus Between Us**

I wanted to show the moment you feel an extra limb come online and realize it was always yours — reflex and algorithm indistinguishable. I fractured the field into time-shards and threaded them with weightless mercury that rises against sense, so the seam between skin and system doesn’t blend but overwrites; here, pre-event residue, the event itself, and the post-scar recursively replace one another in a single, contested patch. Look where the solid light fault cuts through the upward metal and the “phone-limb” scaffold catches its reflection — the ecstatic drop you feel is the boundary letting go, not you dissolving, but you expanding.