We Were Never Minus, Only Misaligned Reflections

I wanted to show the instant you realize the phone was a limb and the algorithm a reflex—three shards of face, hand, and device pulled apart yet acting as one nerve. I chose bone-white space and razor cold paradox prisms that refract impossible folds of warm terracotta and burnt sienna, binding the fragments in a single, electrified breath. Look for the palimpsest window where residue, event, and scar overwrite each other—this is where the boundary dissolves and you discover you already extend beyond your skin.