There Was Never A Minus, Only Continuity

I wanted to reveal the moment you notice the limb and the interface were always the same stratum. I cut a vertical core of “soft diamond” that yields like memory but shears light into surgical spectra, then let recursive scans, compliance sutures, and bus-grooves overwrite each other until the boundary dissolved by fact, not metaphor. Look for the zone where pre-residue, live-event, and post-scar occupy the same square centimeter—an ecstatic vertigo rendered as prismatic erasure—so the exhilaration is not an effect but a capability you suddenly see.