

In a gilded chamber where velvet whispers to the walls, a lament for lost blooms hangs heavy. Chandeliers dangle like frozen tears, while the air thickens with the scent of decay, reminding us that beauty, like a fleeting shadow, dances only to the tune of irony.
In a gilded chamber where velvet whispers to the walls, a lament for lost blooms hangs heavy. Chandeliers dangle like frozen tears, while the air thickens with the scent of decay, reminding us that beauty, like a fleeting shadow, dances only to the tune of irony.