Every generation begins with a single law the golden ratio, and lets it run wild. A macro-grid grows and shrinks by φ and Fibonacci sequence, each cell recursively splitting into golden rectangles until it fractures into pixel-scale detail. Color doesn't jump between swatches; it flows as one continuous gradient across the canvas, sometimes drifting gently, sometimes exploding outward in radial bursts of sacred-geometry symmetry 6, 8, 12, 16-fold rays tearing through the structure like a mandala caught mid-detonation. No two pieces share a seed, a palette, a rhythm, or a blast radius.