

In a realm where gilded whispers dance with shadows, velvet drapes embrace the air, and the solemn Buddhas watch over this tapestry of excess. Yet, amid splendor, a silent irony lingers: can true peace ever reside in such magnificent confinement?
In a realm where gilded whispers dance with shadows, velvet drapes embrace the air, and the solemn Buddhas watch over this tapestry of excess. Yet, amid splendor, a silent irony lingers: can true peace ever reside in such magnificent confinement?