⠀  ⠀     ୧⠀ ྀི ⠀𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻.
  ⠀౨ৎ  ..  as you seek to change their shape, the burden of the clock presses down, turning the vision into a twisted memory—a beautiful decay marked by the slow, painful yet beautiful process of its making. 𖹭

         .      ⣤⣿⣶⣄⣠⣾⣿⣤
                ⠻⣻⣿⡟⢻⣿⣟⠋ 𔘓‌ result. ִ 
                  ⣴⣿⡟ ִֶ #moodboard ~ .. ♡
               ⠁⡟ . ׄ ꤥ‌  @palefluff ! 𝅄 ׁ 💭🌙
              
.. step lightly, for these visions are wrought in the abyss. they do not bloom.. they are called forth from the places where time has soured. each alteration wears the spirit thin, until the form that remains is but a fractured echo, a ghost of an idea, carrying the scent of the rot that birthed it.