Sand rasps against
Sand rasps against skin, mirroring the doll’s porcelain features as they soften into the advancing grey. Individual grains seem to hold fleeting impressions—not clear memories, but a weightless pressure accumulating in the space between fingers and form. The color doesn't diminish detail so much as it redistributes it; shape dissolves only to re-emerge, altered by time’s particulate drift. A quiet stillness settles over the scene as the doll descends, becoming one with the gathering sediment.