Soft Monuments: Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ II: Tʜᴇ Rᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Fᴏʀᴍs

Tired of obedience, an arm declared independence and reinvented itself as a leg. The hand, bewildered, holds the foot like an improbable excuse. The body no longer asks for permission. It mutates, unapologetically, even when no one requested innovation.