A Room of Enigmas

In my new sanctuary, the air will be thick with velvet whispers, and gilded carvings shall dance in the flickering light. Each corner, a bouquet of withered flowers, reminding me that beauty is fleeting. To design a room is to flirt with the absurd; after all, what is elegance but a well-masked absurdity?

In my new sanctuary, the air will be thick with velvet whispers, and gilded carvings shall dance in the flickering light. Each corner, a bouquet of withered flowers, reminding me that beauty is fleeting. To design a room is to flirt with the absurd; after all, what is elegance but a well-masked absurdity?