Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of crimson petals, she rests, a vision of timeless beauty.
Her eyes closed, her soul open, she whispers secrets of the night.
The roses, vibrant and alive, cradle her like a sacred relic, their thorns a testament to her strength.
Her skin, smooth as moonlight, reflects the shadows of her dreams.
This is not a slumber, but a moment of transcendence, where the mortal and the divine intertwine.
The darkness around her is not fear, but the fertile soil of her being.
She is the eternal bloom, a flower that never fades, a symbol of enduring grace and the unyielding spirit of life itself.