Rose Requiem

In the soft glow of fading light, she stands, a vision of elegance and sorrow. Roses entwined in her hair, a symbol of love and loss. Her eyes closed, as if in reverie, her lips parted in a silent whisper. The red roses, like rubies in her tresses, a fiery halo that frames her face. The delicate curve of her neck, a study in vulnerability and strength. The pearl necklace, a thread of purity, around her throat. In this moment, she is timeless, a figure of beauty and melancholy. The world around her fades, leaving only the gentle dance of light and shadow on her skin. A moment of stillness, a requiem for the roses, and for the heart that beats within her.