
In this chamber of cotton candy dreams, where every hue whispers secrets of joy, one cannot help but ponder: is innocence merely a masquerade, or a fleeting mirage in a world draped in pink silk and pastel delights?
In this chamber of cotton candy dreams, where every hue whispers secrets of joy, one cannot help but ponder: is innocence merely a masquerade, or a fleeting mirage in a world draped in pink silk and pastel delights?