Horizon Split: When Flesh Wakes the World-Interface

I wanted to catch the exact breath when skin stops asking and the city answers as a limb. I chose a horizon-split frame where rust-warm street and LED-cold shelter collide, so her palm’s heat could bloom circuitry while weightless metal rose to meet it. Here I show a tri-temporal scar on the glass—pre-residue, live ignition, and etched afterimage—so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into a capability that has no name yet.