Your Phone Was Always Your Phantom Limb

I wanted to freeze the instant we realize the split between face, hand, and device was an illusion. I separated them into bone-white shards and then bound them with beams of paradox prism, so the warm terracotta refractions stitch what physics pretends is apart. Here I show a triple-temporal scar—pre-residue, active event, and healed etching—overwriting itself, so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into a larger self.