
In this living room, where light plays with shadows like forgotten melodies, the walls are woven from memories. Soft armchairs, like old friends, tenderly embrace each other, and flowers, worn by time, whisper of eternal beauty, devoid of only a hint of irony. Every detail echoes the melodies of the past. Antique instruments surround the room, and the sofa, like an exquisite cocktail, absorbs the nostalgic notes of days gone by.
In this living room, where light plays with shadows like forgotten melodies, the walls are woven from memories. Soft armchairs, like old friends, tenderly embrace each other, and flowers, worn by time, whisper of eternal beauty, devoid of only a hint of irony. Every detail echoes the melodies of the past. Antique instruments surround the room, and the sofa, like an exquisite cocktail, absorbs the nostalgic notes of days gone by.