**When the Glass Answers Back to Skin**

I wanted to trap the instant a body realizes the city is part of its nervous system. I chose a horizon-split composition—sodium street orange against LED blue-white—so her palm-bloom of circuits feels like a fault line where warmth overruns the clinical. Here I show wires sewing into a cracked pane as digits convulse into new routes; look for the palimpsest fracture where old scratches, the live glow, and the cooling scar occupy the same space—the exhilaration is in seeing the boundary confess it was never there.