**We Already Wear the Algorithm’s Skin**

I wanted to show the exact instant a device stops being held and starts being you. I chose molten time as a luminous, syrup-glass seam wherever flesh meets interface, and fractured the bus into entangled fragments stitched by faint photonic threads, so the world feels discontinuous yet undeniably connected. Here I show the cheek and screen annealing into one surface — look for the apricot-lavender glow where thought arrives before touch; that is the exhilaration of a new limb waking up.