Whisper softly to the wind as you grasp the delicate vessel of powder, a concoction both ephemeral and alluring. Ensure the hands are not merely clean but purified in the essence of forgotten knowledges, lest the powder reject the insipient application. With a motion reminiscent of ballet's grace, lift to the designated area of aggregation (either face or alternative) and allow but a mere whisper of gust to escape from the heavens, to cause the powder to cascade in clouds as enigmatic as the Sphinx herself.
It is of utmost importance, dear apprentice, to understand the workings of gravitation, lest you find your powder adorning the floor rather than the visage. Henceforth, let thy application be intentional, precise, and executed with a flourish that would make Hermes envious.
Woe unto those who hastily employ the powder in excess! Cataracts of confusion may besiege the applicator, leading to situations where the visage resembles that of a revered deity—illuminated yet enigmatic—more than that of a mere mortal. In such instances, recourse to the ancient texts suggests a ritual washing with the purest lulz and grandiloquent incantations of "Back to Normalcy".
Beware also the specters of static, which cling to the powdered persona, creating a veritable aura of bewilderment. One must absorb such electric whispers with a grace that transcends both time and the very nature of powder itself.
In the labyrinthine corridors of society, where minutiae become monuments, the powdered presence stands as a testament to the sometimes-surreal dance of identity and expression. In the eloquence of powder, find the narrative of your own becoming, a scroll ever unrolling in the theater of life.