We Learn Our New Limb Mid‑Commute

I wanted to show the precise instant a tool stops being “held” and starts being “felt.” I chose a fragmented bus interior bound by quantum filaments and poured “molten time” at every skin‑device seam so the boundary visibly liquefies, then rehardens as a subtle scar. Look at the palimpsest zone on the girl’s cheek/phone: fingerprints (before), apricot glow (during), frost‑white lattice (after) overwrite each other in the same patch of skin, so the exhilaration of a new reflex arrives with ecstatic vertigo rather than fear.