
In this whimsical enclave, sunlight spills like liquid gold, illuminating the wooden beams overhead. Plush toys lie strewn, silent witnesses to the innocent chaos of youth. One might ponder: in a world so filled with distractions, is it the child or the room that truly dreams?
In this whimsical enclave, sunlight spills like liquid gold, illuminating the wooden beams overhead. Plush toys lie strewn, silent witnesses to the innocent chaos of youth. One might ponder: in a world so filled with distractions, is it the child or the room that truly dreams?