A Room of Dreams

In a realm where walls breathe whispers, the chandelier sways like a suspended thought. Each gilded frame captures a fleeting memory, while the curtains, like soft sighs, frame a view of cities unseen. Here, the bed is a ship, sailing through the dreams of invisible winds.

In a realm where walls breathe whispers, the chandelier sways like a suspended thought. Each gilded frame captures a fleeting memory, while the curtains, like soft sighs, frame a view of cities unseen. Here, the bed is a ship, sailing through the dreams of invisible winds.