LIVING ROOMS

Step into parlors where shadows dance with the flicker of dying candlelight, casting eerie shapes across walls draped in faded damask. Every velvet cushion, worn by the weight of time, whispers tales of forgotten soirées—nights where ghostly laughter echoed and the air grew thick with secrets. Carved mahogany furniture stands as silent sentinels, their claw-footed legs gripping the floor, while a cracked mirror above the hearth reflects not your face, but the fleeting specters of those who once lingered here, their stories woven into the very fabric of the room.