A Bella!

An old abandoned project that was revived recently.

As the clock strikes twelve, I relinquish all. I regret it not, for a fleeting moment of wealth and fame is preferable to a miserable life consigned to the dust.

I have tasted foie gras, drunk cabernet, danced with the finest. A single bite, a single drop, a single song, thusly I have preserved these moments in amber, sealed with precious feeling, undiluted by reckless abundance.

As I fall from royalty to peasantry, all eyes were on me.

It is enough.