The Wheel of Solitude
In a room where shadows dance like forgotten memories, a wheel hangs, silent yet echoing tales of journeys untraveled. The flicker of the fire breathes warmth into the stillness, as a cat watches, its eyes reflecting the ghostly light. Outside, the city hums, indifferent.
Beige Room(2)
3 Maio
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