
In a realm where walls breathe and roots intertwine, a bed rests beneath luminous canopies. Shadows dance, whispering secrets of invisible cities. Each leaf is a thought, each lantern a memory, suspended in the air like the weight of possibility itself.
In a realm where walls breathe and roots intertwine, a bed rests beneath luminous canopies. Shadows dance, whispering secrets of invisible cities. Each leaf is a thought, each lantern a memory, suspended in the air like the weight of possibility itself.