Midnight Rose
Reflection
In the stillness of the night, she stands alone, a vision of beauty and sorrow.
The city below, a twinkling canvas of lights, reflects the glow of her skin, illuminated by the soft moon above.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, cling to her, their red petals a fiery reminder of the passion that burns within.
Her gaze, lost in thought, drifts over the water, a river of memories that flow like the tears she dare not shed.
In this moment, she is a queen, a monarch of melancholy, her beauty a poignant reminder of the fragility of life.