Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of stone and steel, she stands alone, her white dress a canvas of light amidst the crimson cascade.
The roses, like whispers of a forgotten past, cling to her, their beauty a poignant reminder of love's fleeting nature.
As she gazes down, lost in thought, the world outside fades into the background, leaving only the gentle rustle of petals and the soft whisper of what could have been.
In this moment, she is a vision of melancholy beauty, a rose requiem for the heart that beats within her.