The executable ran without a window, only a steady pulse in the corner of the screen. Frames bled into one another—scenes that could have been rendered, or recalled: a girl sculpting a whale from light, a city breathing beneath glass domes, a chessboard where pieces shifted allegiance mid-move. Every time the subtitles advanced, a new corner of the room seemed to tilt, as if the translation was re-mapping reality to match its grammar.