We Were Always More Than One Body

I wanted to stage the instant the limb-tool illusion collapses: face, hand, and phone separated in space but fused by impossible refraction. I chose bone-white negative space and rust–amber caustics cast by paradox prisms so the viewer feels ecstatic vertigo as boundaries dissolve and a new reflex clicks into place. Look for the “time bruise” where pre‑smudge, live touch, and healed scar overwrite each other — mastery arriving as the shards align like a system you suddenly know how to use.