What once held a shape now answers only to pressure. The edges do not break so much as they agree to leave, carrying with them the last insistence of form. Horns remain, not as defense, but as the stubborn memory of a direction that no longer has a body to follow. Light enters and exits without permission, staining whatever passes through it with a color that belongs to neither solid nor void. Beneath, the falling does not end; it simply continues the work of undoing what had already begun to forget itself. Created in Blender 3D. Soltan