
In this sumptuous chamber, where velvet whispers secrets to gilded carvings, one finds the stark irony of beauty: the wilted flowers, like fleeting youth, remind us that even elegance must wither, leaving behind only the echoes of its once resplendent laughter.
In this sumptuous chamber, where velvet whispers secrets to gilded carvings, one finds the stark irony of beauty: the wilted flowers, like fleeting youth, remind us that even elegance must wither, leaving behind only the echoes of its once resplendent laughter.