
In this sanctuary of refined opulence, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded embellishments mock the brevity of beauty, the table stands—a marble altar to the mundane. One must ponder: is it the decor that enchants, or merely our futile desire to be enchanted?
In this sanctuary of refined opulence, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded embellishments mock the brevity of beauty, the table stands—a marble altar to the mundane. One must ponder: is it the decor that enchants, or merely our futile desire to be enchanted?