And so the keyword lives on, typed into search bars, written into essays, painted onto canvases. Not a solution, but a question posed to time itself: Can beauty ever be too young, or too old, to be eternal?
And so the keyword lives on, typed into search bars, written into essays, painted onto canvases. Not a solution, but a question posed to time itself: Can beauty ever be too young, or too old, to be eternal?
And so the keyword lives on, typed into search bars, written into essays, painted onto canvases. Not a solution, but a question posed to time itself: Can beauty ever be too young, or too old, to be eternal?