Vanishing Act

Wi’ dis spell I will make you vanish. Your atoms will scatter into the effer. My magic will disperse you from your very existence. But den all your dissipated synapses will remember themselves and know they should belong togevver. So I ‘ope this allays your concerns and chases way your doubts; for you will disintegrate only for the duration of the show and thereafter shall be slammed back together by your mind memory into your constituent parts. You may be a little Frankensteined, an ear too high, one or two extra nipples, but you’ll be resolved, and you gotta admit, it’s a bloody good trick.