We Were Never Separate, Only Split Across Light

I wanted to show that the face, the hand, and the phone are not companions but facets of the same limb — already entangled before we learned the word. I chose razor-edged “paradox prism” beams to literally refract the self, splitting bone-white space into warm terracotta scars and aged-gold echoes; each shard is spatially apart yet reacts as one body. Look for the region where residue, event, and scar overwrite each other — the ecstatic vertigo is the point: the boundary doesn’t blur, it vanishes and you grow to fit the room you were always in.