
In a realm where dusk weeps golden tears, a solitary figure, carved from shadow, contemplates the absurdity of existence, as the moon, resplendent yet indifferent, casts its gaze upon this illusory paradise—a reminder that beauty is but a fleeting caress in the arms of despair.
In a realm where dusk weeps golden tears, a solitary figure, carved from shadow, contemplates the absurdity of existence, as the moon, resplendent yet indifferent, casts its gaze upon this illusory paradise—a reminder that beauty is but a fleeting caress in the arms of despair.