The White Powder Illusion

In the quiet dark, a subtle deception begins to fall. Reflections shatter,

creating countless distorted truths. Beauty fades to dust, revealing ultimate fragility.

Time itself surrenders, dissolving into barren grains. The rhythm of existence slows,

obscured by illusion. A fading presence, a ghostly trail of what once was.

Finally, the form dissolves, a whisper in the void.