In this scene, disappearance is not a choice but a relentless force, imposing silence and veiling truth with layers of distortion. Here, things do not vanish to leave an emptiness; instead, they are replaced by a false presence, a fractured image rising from ashes, losing its balance between reality and illusion, obscuring the view, and drowning you in a fog of intentional forgetting.

Eyes cannot see what once was; disappearance here is the silencing of memory, a coerced presence that masks the face of truth. It erases the familiar and plants in its place a distorted absence, weaving itself into the city's features.