A Snap from the Surface

Flat, glossy, and pressed into leather... until a spark hit my eye! With a theatrical pop, my central iris peeled loose from the textured binding. I gave my lower dripping points a cheeky flex, prodding right against the raised red wax seal to my left. It felt solid, waxy, and gloriously tangible. Well, well, well—looks like I'm not just printed anymore; I'm here to rattle the corners!