Gilded Dreamweave
Let the walls be cloaked in this liquid dusk,
and space becomes a vessel for splendor.
What we call luxury—
is but a luminous conspiracy:
metal surrenders its cold sinew,
light bestows it a soul of warmth.
In the folds of the wall’s surface,
dawn—unfaded and eternal—
is quietly imprisoned.
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