
In a den wrapped in the embrace of plaid, where the flickering flames mock the stillness, one finds that even the most serene of spaces is but a stage for the absurd. The white couch, a throne for wistful thoughts, languishes beneath a gaze that seeks the unattainable.
In a den wrapped in the embrace of plaid, where the flickering flames mock the stillness, one finds that even the most serene of spaces is but a stage for the absurd. The white couch, a throne for wistful thoughts, languishes beneath a gaze that seeks the unattainable.