Rose Requiem
Reflection
In a sanctuary of petals, she stands as a vision, her gown a cascade of moonlight, her spirit a flame that flickers with every rose that surrounds her.
The glasshouse of dreams enfolds her, a verdant cathedral where light and shadow dance.
Her form, a silhouette against the radiance, is both fragile and unyielding, a leaf on the wind yet rooted deep in the earth.
The roses, like whispers of the past, cling to her, their thorns a reminder of life's duality - beauty and pain, love and loss.
In this serene yet turbulent tableau, she is the axis, a heart beating in harmony with the rhythm of the flowers.
As the light filters through the panes, casting kaleidoscopic shadows, it illuminates the path she treads, a journey through the garden of her soul.
Here, in this sanctum, time stands still, and all that exists is the eternal present, where love, loss, and longing are forever entwined.