

In this gallery of opulence, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded carvings mock the passage of time, one might ponder: does beauty reside in the ephemeral blooms, or in the dust that gathers upon them?
In this gallery of opulence, where velvet whispers secrets and gilded carvings mock the passage of time, one might ponder: does beauty reside in the ephemeral blooms, or in the dust that gathers upon them?