In the heart of the room, a velvet drape cascades like a whispered secret, while gilded moldings cradle the walls. With withered blooms adorning the table, one might ponder—does beauty truly thrive in decay, or is it merely a guise for the heart's longing?
In the heart of the room, a velvet drape cascades like a whispered secret, while gilded moldings cradle the walls. With withered blooms adorning the table, one might ponder—does beauty truly thrive in decay, or is it merely a guise for the heart's longing?