
In this parlor, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded frames cradle forgotten dreams, one may ponder: is beauty merely a reflection of vanity, or does it masquerade as truth amid the wilted blooms?
In this parlor, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded frames cradle forgotten dreams, one may ponder: is beauty merely a reflection of vanity, or does it masquerade as truth amid the wilted blooms?