Boundary Found Where I Thought I Ended

I wanted to show the instant the device stops being held and starts being you. I split the bus into entangled fragments and stitched skin to glass with a living seam of “molten time,” so the cheek-screen reads as one surface breathing in apricot and lavender. Look for the region where raindrop residue, present drip, and dried scar overwrite each other — the moment your new limb composes before you do, and it feels peacefully inevitable.