**We Were Limbs Before We Knew We Reached**

I wanted to show the instant the tool stopped being external—how face, hand, and device fracture apart yet act as one reflex. I chose razor-edged paradox prisms to entangle the three shards across bone-white space, refracting warm terracotta and burnt sienna into Escher folds that feel like new senses coming online. Look for the palimpsest node where old smudge, live contact glow, and etched scar overwrite each other—this is the cold snap of irreversibility, the moment you realize the boundary dissolved long ago and your reach is already algorithm.