Ein verzierter goldener Vogelkäfig hängt in einem sonnendurchfluteten Raum

A golden cage hangs in the middle of a sunlit dream : suspended between luxury and longing. The light pours through the window like a blessing, scattering over the filigree bars that gleam as if made of memory. Around it, the plants lean gently inward, as if drawn to the quiet mystery of the little bird inside. It sings softly, not in sorrow but in habit, its voice mingling with the hum of leaves and the golden dust of morning. The whole room feels alive, breathing with time, beauty, and the fragile tension between freedom and comfort. 🌿 I am touched by this delicate balance : how the light itself seems to set the bird free, even as the cage holds it close.