We Mistook a Limb for a Tool

I wanted to freeze the instant the boundary vanished and show that the face, the hand, and the phone were always one reflex, split only by habit. I chose razor-edged paradox prisms to entangle three bone‑white shards at a distance, their facets refracting warm terracotta and burnt sienna through impossible folds that stitch organism to device. Look at where the prisms cut and re-weave the portrait: you should feel ecstatic vertigo as the chrome-threaded skin, fiber‑optic tendons, and fingerprinted glass reveal a single body learning it can see in new spectra.