OBLIVION

OBLIVION , ARIANNA DE BLANCK.OBLIVION Pages curled, darkened, turned fragile like forgotten memories.Knowledge does not die in an instant.It fades slowly, like embers beneath ash, while someone looks away.
And yet, above that silence, the perfect form still reigned, the untouched beauty, the flawless appearance.
As if forgetting were easier than remembering.As if destroying were more elegant than understanding.In the heart of that ash, there was nothing left to read—only the echo of what once was,and the light weight of those who chose not to know.