Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a woman finds her solace, her beauty illuminated by the faint glow of forgotten dreams.
The red roses in her hair, like whispers of a long-forgotten love, dance in the darkness.
Her lips, a deep crimson, speak of secrets kept and tales untold.
The light that caresses her skin, a gentle lover's touch, reveals the contours of a soul both strong and vulnerable.
In this moment, she is a sanctuary of beauty, a refuge from the world's din, where the only sound is the soft rustle of petals and the quiet thrum of the heart.
She is a rose in bloom, a fleeting beauty, a moment of transcendence in the darkness.