The self appears through glass—stretched, bent, translated into unfamiliar shapes that reveal more than they conceal. Under an expansive blue sky, distortion speaks its own language, reminding us that identity is fluid and never untouched by perception. The transparent vessel becomes both boundary and window, holding and releasing simultaneously. Imperfection becomes revelation, suggesting clarity may lie not in symmetry but in the courage to witness oneself through shifting lenses. In these altered contours, a deeper honesty emerges—one that polished surfaces could never hold.