Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the darkness, she rises, a vision of crimson and shadow.
The roses, like whispers of the past, cling to her skin, a gentle caress.
Her eyes, closed in reverie, drink in the beauty of the moment.
The wind whispers secrets in her ear, and she is lost in the mystery.
In this fleeting instant, she is free, unencumbered by the weights of the world.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, surround her, a reminder of the beauty that lies just beyond the reach.
And in the darkness, she finds solace, a refuge from the light that would seek to consume her.