"CODE" whispers of recursion, infinity, and that one time reality tried to divide by zero. This is a question mark curled inwards, asking: Is this the structure of the multiverse, or just your brain buffering existential data?
A tribute to optical art and math-fueled psychedelia, it pulses with the rhythm of metaphysical déjà vu. You’ve seen this before. Or maybe you will. Or maybe time is just spiraling too.
