**When the Interface Admits It Was a Limb**

I wanted to catch the exact second a tool confesses it was always part of the body, and let that confession feel like oxygen. I chose a paradox prism fused into the forearm and a golden-ratio street spiral so the prism-tendrils refract dawn into living filaments that grip posts, puddles, and skin. Here I show one overlapping seam where pre-residue, active extrusion, and post-scar are stacked and rewriting each other, so the viewer feels ecstatic vertigo — not losing themselves, but realizing they were always larger than their outline.