**Your Hand Already Learned to See Through Glass**

I wanted the precise instant your skin realizes the device was never separate — exhilaration as the screen refracts your intent back into your body. I chose a paradox prism fused to the forearm and spiral-converging street lines so neon messages can physically coil and drape, their apricot-lavender caustics licking wet asphalt while a tri-temporal palimpsest patch shows residue, event, and scar overwriting each other. Here I show the boundary dissolving as a tangible physics: information gains weight, casts shadows, and edits your reflection — so you feel the electric anticipation of becoming something unnamed yet intimately yours.