I am the one who creates illusions.
You are the one who believes them.
We are trapped in this cycle of make-believe.
Brush in hand, I shape realities.
Colors blend, forms emerge.
What is true? What is false?
I am the one who creates illusions.
You are the one who believes them.
We are trapped in this cycle of make-believe.
Brush in hand, I shape realities.
Colors blend, forms emerge.
What is true? What is false?