A Sunset Reverie

In the garden of excess, where roses wilt in borrowed splendor, a pink chariot of dreams awaits the twilight. Here, laughter mingles with the scent of fading petals, and one ponders: is this paradise or mere artifice draped in silk?

In the garden of excess, where roses wilt in borrowed splendor, a pink chariot of dreams awaits the twilight. Here, laughter mingles with the scent of fading petals, and one ponders: is this paradise or mere artifice draped in silk?