Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of forgotten dreams. Her lips, a fiery whisper, a promise of passion and pain entwined. The roses, like tears of the divine, cradle her ethereal form, a delicate balance of beauty and melancholy. In this somber waltz, she dances with the shadows, her spirit a whispered secret among the blooms. Let the red roses be your solace, your heart's sanctuary, where love and sorrow entwine like the thorns that guard the rose.