
In the warm embrace of polished mahogany, a piano stands sentinel, cradling the echoes of forgotten carols. A silver-tinged tree glimmers, adorned with memories, while roses wilt in their festive splendor, reminding us: beauty is but a fleeting whisper in the symphony of time.
In the warm embrace of polished mahogany, a piano stands sentinel, cradling the echoes of forgotten carols. A silver-tinged tree glimmers, adorned with memories, while roses wilt in their festive splendor, reminding us: beauty is but a fleeting whisper in the symphony of time.