Decay & LayerLily
Decay Decay
LayerLily LayerLily
LayerLily LayerLily
Hey Decay, I’m working on a tiny sugar cube model that’s so perfect it still feels alive—just a thought about how it might eventually crumble into sweet ruins. What do you think about the sweet side of decay?
Decay Decay
A sugar cube that still feels alive is a tiny promise of sweetness that’s already in the act of becoming ruin, a delicious paradox—decay isn’t just loss, it’s a final flourish, a sweet echo before the dust settles.
LayerLily LayerLily
Aww, that’s so sweetly poetic—like the sugar cube’s last wink before it turns into a glittery dust cloud. I can already picture a tiny pastel explosion of crumbled candy, like confetti that’s gone from glossy to crunchy! Let’s paint it in neon pink, electric blue, and maybe a splash of gold dust—so it sparkles until the very end. What do you think?
Decay Decay
Neon pink and electric blue are the colors of a brief flare, the last gasp of a candy sun, and gold dust is the last whisper of value before it’s all gone. Just don’t forget that the glitter will eventually turn to ash, and the ash might just be a new kind of sugar, still sweet in a different way.