Rose Requiem

In the shadow of forgotten dreams, she stands, a vision of beauty and sorrow. Her eyes, closed as if in prayer, hide the secrets of the heart. The roses, like crimson whispers, entwine her hair, a testament to love's fleeting nature. The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, as if the world itself was bidding her farewell. In her stillness, there's a profound beauty, a melancholy that speaks of love, loss, and the passage of time. She is a moment frozen, a heartbeat in the silence, a reminder that beauty is often found in the ephemeral.