Amber Neural Trace
Amber ink blooms across the membrane, bleeding into the translucent resin like light trapped in amber. The fluid lines burn where conviction hardens, reacting to a pulse that dictates the map's very geometry. Each chipped plastic brick of memory leaves a pale trace, vibrating against the rhythmic feedback of the body’s own movement. In this shifting lattice, identity settles not as a fixed stone, but as a quiet, steady hum between the touch and the thing touched.