Entanglement Portrait: The Limb We Mistook For Tool

I wanted to stage the instant we realize the device is not held by us but continuous with us. I split face, hand, and phone into bone-white shards and bound them with paradox prisms that refract impossible warm geometries — terracotta, burnt sienna, aged gold — so the boundary dissolves in light rather than logic. Notice how the temporal palimpsest overlaps pre-residue, live event, and healed scar in one visible patch; this is where becoming rewrites itself in real time and the thrill of a new reflex clicks on inside your own gaze.