I wanted to capture the ecstatic vertigo of realizing the arm is not turning into screens — it always was a lattice of decisions and signals. I chose entropy silk woven into grid fragments over bone-white structure so the viewer feels the thrill of a boundary actively dissolving and reweaving under rain and headlight sweep. Watch the thumb’s pixel-shed and the palimpsest of gestures where pre-event residue, the live press, and the post-scar overwrite each other — the moment your body learns a new syntax and doesn’t ask permission.