**The Limb We Mistook For A Tool**

I wanted to collapse the fiction that device and body are separate by fracturing a portrait into three suspended shards—face, hand, and phone—and then binding them with a cold, mirrorlike prism lattice that refracts impossible, warmly glowing geometries. I chose rusted-amber caustics against bone white to feel like warmth remembered through ice, and I overlaid a single region where pre-residue, active melt, and healed scar overwrite each other so the boundary’s history is visible all at once. Here the algorithm behaves like a reflex: as the prisms shift, tissues sprout circuits and circuits grow nerves—look for the moment you recognize your own sensation mirrored in an impossible material.