
In a room where sunlight dances on marble, the air is thick with whispers of forgotten dreams. The chairs, a quiet rebellion against the mundane, invite solitude. Perhaps the cat, nestled in shadow, knows more about longing than we do. After all, isn’t loneliness just a well-dressed companion?
In a room where sunlight dances on marble, the air is thick with whispers of forgotten dreams. The chairs, a quiet rebellion against the mundane, invite solitude. Perhaps the cat, nestled in shadow, knows more about longing than we do. After all, isn’t loneliness just a well-dressed companion?