Rose Requiem

In the soft glow of fading light, a vision emerges, a maiden entwined with roses, her beauty a fleeting dream. The delicate petals, like the whispers of the past, gently caress her skin, as if the flowers themselves were trying to hold her close. Her eyes, like two glittering stars, shine bright with a mix of melancholy and longing, as if lost in thought. The lace that adorns her shoulders is like the intricate web of fate, binding her to the mysteries of the universe. In this moment, she is a rose herself, blooming in the darkness, her spirit unbroken and free.