Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of crimson petals, she rests, a vision of timeless beauty.
Her eyes, closed in serenity, hold the secrets of the universe.
The roses, vibrant and alive, cradle her like a sacred relic, their thorns a paradox of pain and protection.
Her skin, a canvas of monochrome, speaks of the duality of life and death, light and shadow.
The air around her hums with the energy of transformation, where the mortal meets the eternal.
This is not a sleep, but a transcendence, a journey from the earthly to the divine.
In her stillness, we find our own reflection, a mirror of our own fragility and resilience.
The roses, a symbol of love and passion, whisper tales of life's fleeting moments, urging us to cherish the present.
She is the eternal bloom, a reminder that beauty persists, even in the face of decay.