STUDIO CORPORATION . TIME IS THE ENEMY
A glance, a wrinkle, a blur on the edges. What once stood defined now softens, As time gnaws with invisible teeth. The face remains, but only for a moment. Each detail, a casualty. Each second, a thief. This is not vanishing — it’s erosion. And still, somewhere in the fading: defiance.
A glance, a wrinkle, a blur on the edges. What once stood defined now softens, As time gnaws with invisible teeth. The face remains, but only for a moment. Each detail, a casualty. Each second, a thief. This is not vanishing — it’s erosion. And still, somewhere in the fading: defiance.