Glitter & Gold: Satin/Silence/Silk


Curated by tz1X5NaeN5i5ThnqafzkhgPXhYCM3TTPXwd6
Mar 3, 2023 at 11:02 AM

Here at the French court, I exist within a world of glittering opulence and stifling etiquette. Every move I make is scrutinized; every word weighed and measured. The air is heavy with the scent of roses and the sound of rustling silk. Amidst this lavish display, I can feel myself becoming lost in a world of illusion. The shimmering surfaces and the polished veneers of the courtiers around me feel like masks, hiding the turmoil and fragility beneath. In this rarified atmosphere, my inner world is a tumultuous place. I am constantly questioning my own worth and my place within this glittering society. The stakes are high, and the consequences of missteps are severe. The endless parties and lavish displays are distractions. We are all caught in a desperate dance, hoping to avoid inevitable fall from grace. Beneath the surface, I feel a sense of loneliness; isolation; a mere pawn in a larger game. Despite the overwhelming weight of the court's expectations, there are moments of beauty and connection. In the quiet corners of the palace, away from prying eyes of the court, I am able to see and speak with others, behind their public masks. Such moments are fleeting—but offer a glimpse of this gilded life, beneath its glittering façades...
Here at the French court, I exist within a world of glittering opulence and stifling etiquette. Every move I make is scrutinized; every word weighed and measured. The air is heavy with the scent of roses and the sound of rustling silk. Amidst this lavish display, I can feel myself becoming lost in a world of illusion. The shimmering surfaces and the polished veneers of the courtiers around me feel like masks, hiding the turmoil and fragility beneath. In this rarified atmosphere, my inner world is a tumultuous place. I am constantly questioning my own worth and my place within this glittering society. The stakes are high, and the consequences of missteps are severe. The endless parties and lavish displays are distractions. We are all caught in a desperate dance, hoping to avoid inevitable fall from grace. Beneath the surface, I feel a sense of loneliness; isolation; a mere pawn in a larger game. Despite the overwhelming weight of the court's expectations, there are moments of beauty and connection. In the quiet corners of the palace, away from prying eyes of the court, I am able to see and speak with others, behind their public masks. Such moments are fleeting—but offer a glimpse of this gilded life, beneath its glittering façades...
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