There Was Never a Minus, Only Reflex

I wanted to show the exact instant a reflex admits it was algorithm all along — not a merger, a recognition. I set diagonal slabs of liquid stone in mid-fall, crossed by recursive scan faults that overwrite skin-logic with device-logic until neither can claim authorship. Look where the erasure shears don’t blend but replace: pre-residue, active surge, and post-scar occupy the same patch, so the boundary doesn’t dissolve — it reveals it was already gone, and your vision gains a channel you didn’t know you owned.