

In a room painted in soft pinks, shadows stretch like whispered secrets. A plush panda pillow rests, watching the world outside, where city lights flicker. The air hums with an unspoken loneliness, punctuated by the rustle of curtains, as if a cat might appear, curious yet distant.
In a room painted in soft pinks, shadows stretch like whispered secrets. A plush panda pillow rests, watching the world outside, where city lights flicker. The air hums with an unspoken loneliness, punctuated by the rustle of curtains, as if a cat might appear, curious yet distant.