**We Discover Our Thumb Was Always a Cursor**

I wanted the exact shiver when skin realizes it has always been interface — exhilaration, anticipation, and the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving. I chose entropy silk to weave her forearm into grid fragments that unravel and reweave over warm bone, while a passing headlight slices a triple-exposed region where pre-event residue, active press, and post-scar overwrite each other in real time. The viewer should feel out-of-sync and newly-abled at once: notice how the rust-and-amber lattice flickers against cold neon reflections, how the glitched thumb leaves an afterimage you can almost touch.