A portion of the picture, the image I see, is transformed. The fabric of our visions behave as we would expect. What if the fabric turned into reflective harlequin tile like fabric. Giving the illusion that the actual fabric is shifting, the reflective, individual tile makes the portion appear to be blank. Never was, Never is. But it is there, you can tell because you missed it.
Just a tiny area, it passes…
Train Bumor 