
In a room where walls breathe patterns of memory, light dances through the slats, tracing the forms of forgotten conversations. Each shadow whispers stories of modularity, where furniture floats like thoughts in a dream, echoing the invisible cities that lie beyond the visible.
In a room where walls breathe patterns of memory, light dances through the slats, tracing the forms of forgotten conversations. Each shadow whispers stories of modularity, where furniture floats like thoughts in a dream, echoing the invisible cities that lie beyond the visible.