
Amidst the languid folds of velvet drapery, a quaint sofa cradles whispers of bygone soirées, while the golden filigree of the walls indulges in a sultry dance of shadows. Is this opulence or mere pretense, a gilded cage for fleeting moments?
Amidst the languid folds of velvet drapery, a quaint sofa cradles whispers of bygone soirées, while the golden filigree of the walls indulges in a sultry dance of shadows. Is this opulence or mere pretense, a gilded cage for fleeting moments?