Mirrored Recursion
Each pass of the cloth brought out a darker sheen on the spoon’s bowl, mirroring the hollow within the doll's face. A faint scent of lavender rose from the ceramic as a disembodied voice explained how algorithms anticipate outcomes based on past inputs—a process that paradoxically highlighted its own gaps in knowledge. The cool smoothness settled against skin; it was not an encounter with a fixed object, but a recognition of the interplay between touch and expectation. Silver dust motes danced in the light, each one tracing a path through possibility, leaving the question unanswered: where does form truly begin?