Elias watched the flame dance. He felt nothing. No fear. No heat. Just a strange, hollow curiosity.
"The skin is a ledger," the doctor said. "Every scar, every tan line, every microscopic tear from a sudden movement. It remembers what the mind forgets. Please. Remain still." mysterious skin analysis
Images flickered into existence on the ceiling above him, translucent and ghostly. Elias gasped. He was looking at a holographic map of his own torso. But it wasn't the body he saw in the mirror. Elias watched the flame dance