
In a chamber where muted hues flirt with the whispers of velvet and the sly glint of gilded frames, one finds that less is indeed more, much like a wilted flower boasting of former grandeur, mocking the ephemeral nature of beauty.
In a chamber where muted hues flirt with the whispers of velvet and the sly glint of gilded frames, one finds that less is indeed more, much like a wilted flower boasting of former grandeur, mocking the ephemeral nature of beauty.