Midnight Rose

In the stillness of the night, she sits alone, surrounded by the velvety softness of red roses. The cityscape behind her is a blur, a distant memory, as she loses herself in the beauty of the flowers. The gentle light dancing across her face illuminates the contours of her sorrow, a melancholy beauty that is both captivating and heartbreaking. The roses, like her emotions, are in full bloom, their beauty and fragrance filling the air. As she gazes down at the flowers, she is lost in thought, her heart heavy with the weight of her own reflections. The world around her fades away, leaving only the soft whisper of the roses and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. In this moment, she is free, her spirit unencumbered by the burdens of the day. The roses, like her heart, are open, vulnerable, and beautiful.