Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant defiance against the pallor of her skin.
The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, a gentle rebellion against the stillness.
Her beauty is a sanctuary, a place where the fervent and the tranquil entwine.
As she rests, the roses seem to hold their breath, guarding the secrets of her dreams.
In this serene tableau, beauty and melancholy dance, a poignant waltz of light and shadow.
Let the roses be your solace, your strength in stillness.