Edges

In this space, forgotten by time, the walls, like tender embraces, intertwine with the play of light and shadow that penetrates through the windows, playfully mocking their angularity, and ultimately emphasizing the luxurious absurdity of the emerging blessed illusions about existence, and the garden outside the window, like a silent witness, in the endless change of years, at the same time as if quietly singing with rustling leaves about the days of a bygone era.

In this space, forgotten by time, the walls, like tender embraces, intertwine with the play of light and shadow that penetrates through the windows, playfully mocking their angularity, and ultimately emphasizing the luxurious absurdity of the emerging blessed illusions about existence, and the garden outside the window, like a silent witness, in the endless change of years, at the same time as if quietly singing with rustling leaves about the days of a bygone era.