Midnight Devotion
Reflection
In the soft glow of shadows, she bends to the roses, her dark hair cascading like night itself.
The red blooms, like embers of passion, seem to ignite a silent prayer.
Her eyes, closed in reverence, drink in the beauty of the moment.
The lace on her shoulder, delicate as a whispered secret, frames the tender scene.
In this quiet intimacy, time stands still, and the world is bathed in the soft, golden light of devotion.