Imagine pressing that hand onto a table, a paper, or a cave wall. The shape would match *your* hand, the length of your fingers, the gap between thumb and palm, the way you press a little harder on one side. Nobody else’s print would be exactly the same. Now picture a whole wall covered with hands: some small, some larger, some overlapping, some high, some low. They are not scary. They are quiet. Each one is a picture of a hand *and* a leftover “I was here.