A Spooky Reverie

In a dining room, devoid of life yet rich in spectral whispers, a lost soul lingers. Velvet drapes cling to the walls like forgotten memories, while the chandelier, a gaudy mockery of opulence, casts shadows that dance with the decay of time. 'To dine alone is to feast on one's own despair.'

In a dining room, devoid of life yet rich in spectral whispers, a lost soul lingers. Velvet drapes cling to the walls like forgotten memories, while the chandelier, a gaudy mockery of opulence, casts shadows that dance with the decay of time. 'To dine alone is to feast on one's own despair.'