La Rosa Oscura
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision emerges, a maiden with skin like alabaster, her lips a fiery rosebud.
The red rose, a symbol of passion and mystery, rests upon her shoulder, a gentle caress.
Her eyes, closed in reverie, drink in the light that dances across her face, a fleeting moment of serenity.
The darkness that surrounds her is not absence, but a canvas, a backdrop for the drama that unfolds.
The lace that adorns her garment is a whisper of intimacy, a hint of the secrets she keeps.
In this moment, she is a universe unto herself, a world of beauty and contemplation.