
In a realm where velvet whispers secrets to gilded carvings, one might ponder: is beauty merely a reflection of our own vanity, or the last gasp of a wilting bloom? Each corner, adorned in faded elegance, invites both reverence and the cruel jest of time.
In a realm where velvet whispers secrets to gilded carvings, one might ponder: is beauty merely a reflection of our own vanity, or the last gasp of a wilting bloom? Each corner, adorned in faded elegance, invites both reverence and the cruel jest of time.