Midnight Rose
Reflection
In the velvet hush of night, a figure bends, her dark tresses cascading like a waterfall of shadows.
The roses, crimson and still, stand as sentinels of her contemplation.
Her eyes, veiled from the world, hide secrets and stories untold.
The lace that adorns her attire whispers tales of elegance and mystery.
In this moment, she is a world unto herself, a universe of beauty and silence.
The roses, like her, are enigmatic, their beauty tinged with the melancholy of their fleeting existence.
Together, they create a tableau of serene elegance, a testament to the timeless dance between light and shadow, beauty and sorrow.