
In this gilded chamber, velvet sighs beneath the weight of withered blooms—a splendid decay where luxury mocks its own eternity, for what is opulence but the artful concealment of inevitable decline?
In this gilded chamber, velvet sighs beneath the weight of withered blooms—a splendid decay where luxury mocks its own eternity, for what is opulence but the artful concealment of inevitable decline?