This looks like a bedchamber from a fairytale of my childhood. I would have loved it then, and I do even now. It not only transports me backward, but also to the places I went inwardly as a child, and those haven't gotten the tinge of nostalgia the same way that memories do. It seems like the places you create in your mind don't age.
Whoa, off-track. Anyway, I love it. It's mysterious, a grandly draped bed in the middle of a mysterious wood. Wouldn't those patterns on the walls look intriguing in dim light? That'd be interesting to go to sleep to. In a good way.
Image Source: photo by Pieter Estersohn.
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