Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with the beauty of a thousand midnights, her face a canvas of serene surrender. The roses, like dark, velvety tears, cascade around her, their thorns a reminder of life's bittersweet refrain. As she rests, the world outside fades into the shadows, leaving only the gentle dance of petals and the soft whisper of her breath. In this moment, she is free, unencumbered by the weight of the world, her spirit soaring on the wings of the rose's timeless, eternal charm. The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her peaceful slumber, their fragrance a lullaby that echoes through the chambers of the heart. In this sanctuary of red and black, she finds solace, a place where the world's din is silenced, and all that remains is the beauty of being.