

In this cavern of light and shadow, where whispers of forgotten tales linger, the velvet drapes sigh under the weight of indifference. ‘How splendidly we adorn our desolation,’ one might muse, amid the gilded relics of a past that never truly lived.
In this cavern of light and shadow, where whispers of forgotten tales linger, the velvet drapes sigh under the weight of indifference. ‘How splendidly we adorn our desolation,’ one might muse, amid the gilded relics of a past that never truly lived.