Midnight Rose
Reflection
In the stillness of the night, she stands alone, a vision of beauty and sorrow.
The city sleeps, its lights reflected in the water like a thousand tiny stars.
The roses, red as passion and love, adorn her hair and hand, symbols of a heart both tender and bruised.
Her gaze is cast downward, lost in thought, as if the weight of the world rests on her shoulders.
Yet, in her solitude, there is a strength, a resilience that speaks to the power of the human spirit.
She is a guardian of the night, a keeper of secrets, and a weaver of dreams.
In her darkness, there is light; in her sorrow, there is beauty.