Rose Requiem

In the soft glow of fading light, she stands, a vision of beauty and sorrow. The roses, like rubies in her hair, whisper tales of love and longing. Her eyes, closed in reverie, hold the secrets of a thousand midnights. The lace that adorns her shoulder is a delicate dance of shadows and light, a testament to the fragility of human touch. In this moment, she is a goddess, a creature of myth and legend, lost in the beauty of her own reverie. The stained glass window behind her casts a kaleidoscope of colors, a symphony of light that underscores the drama of her presence. She is a rose in full bloom, a fleeting beauty that will soon wither and fade, leaving behind only the memory of her loveliness.