We Were Never Separate, Only Misaligned Reflections

I wanted to show that the face, the hand, and the phone were one body all along—spatially split yet quantum-bound by a cold, razor-faceted prism that refracts our habits into architecture. I chose bone-white space and rust-amber caustics so the impossible crystals feel clinical while the refractions burn with lived heat; notice how the shards do not meet, yet every fracture completes the others. Here I let a single palimpsest scar overlap before-during-after in one spot, so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into capability—a limb recognized, not added.