
In this verdant chamber, where the ghost of grandeur lingers, a man gazes into the abyss of a city that breathes. The antlers above, a silent testament to forgotten hunts, mock our fleeting ambitions. Here, even the shadows are draped in melancholy velvet.
In this verdant chamber, where the ghost of grandeur lingers, a man gazes into the abyss of a city that breathes. The antlers above, a silent testament to forgotten hunts, mock our fleeting ambitions. Here, even the shadows are draped in melancholy velvet.