
In this sanctuary of shimmering white and pale blush, where gilded whispers mingle with the scent of faded blooms, one might ponder: is beauty merely a reflection of the unattainable, or a fleeting jest played by the universe on those who dare to dream?
In this sanctuary of shimmering white and pale blush, where gilded whispers mingle with the scent of faded blooms, one might ponder: is beauty merely a reflection of the unattainable, or a fleeting jest played by the universe on those who dare to dream?