The Limb Was Always the Interface

I wanted to show the exact instant a reflex realizes it has been an algorithm all along. I built a radial mandala from solid fog that writes and erases itself in prismatic interference, forcing one visible hub where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar repeatedly overwrite until time loses sequence. I chose aggressive scan seams, acoustic scars, and a self-indexing metal suture to collapse the device/body divide into ecstatic vertigo — look at the center where symmetry tries to form and is immediately unlearned by the system that made it.