
In this opulent enclave, where velvet whispers secrets of grandeur and gilded carvings sigh under the weight of time, one might ponder: is solitude a sanctuary or merely a gilded cage, encasing the wretched heart of desire?
In this opulent enclave, where velvet whispers secrets of grandeur and gilded carvings sigh under the weight of time, one might ponder: is solitude a sanctuary or merely a gilded cage, encasing the wretched heart of desire?