Rose Requiem

In the shadow of stone and silence, she stands, a vision of beauty and melancholy. The red rose in her hair, a symbol of passion and love, now a reminder of what has been lost. Her eyes, closed in contemplation, her lips, a whisper of a sigh. The world outside fades away, as she leans into the column, a gentle surrender to the weight of her thoughts. In this moment, she is a portrait of longing, a testament to the human experience of love and loss. The soft folds of her dress, a gentle caress, a contrast to the hardness of the stone that surrounds her. The rose, a flame that burns brightly, a beacon in the darkness, a reminder of the beauty that remains, even in sorrow.