Elegance in Decay

In a room where velvet drapes whisper of forgotten conversations, a grand piano stands, its keys yearning for the touch of a ghostly pianist. The clock ticks, mocking the stillness, while the wilted flowers in a vase sigh, echoing the irony of beauty that fades with time.

In a room where velvet drapes whisper of forgotten conversations, a grand piano stands, its keys yearning for the touch of a ghostly pianist. The clock ticks, mocking the stillness, while the wilted flowers in a vase sigh, echoing the irony of beauty that fades with time.