
In a realm where velvet whispers secrets to gilded corners, a lady lounges, lost in the pages of an unwritten history. The chandeliers weep with the weight of too much beauty, echoing the irony that in such splendor, one can feel most alone.
In a realm where velvet whispers secrets to gilded corners, a lady lounges, lost in the pages of an unwritten history. The chandeliers weep with the weight of too much beauty, echoing the irony that in such splendor, one can feel most alone.