Decay & LayerLily
Decay Decay
LayerLily LayerLily
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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?