Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision unfurls, a maiden entwined with roses, her beauty a fleeting dream.
The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, as if the very essence of the flowers has been distilled into her being.
Her lips, a promise of secrets untold, her eyes, veiled, yet whispering tales of love and longing.
The roses, like crimson sentinels, guard the mysteries of her heart.
In this moment, she is both fragile and unyielding, a paradox of strength and vulnerability.
The darkness that surrounds her is not an absence of light, but a canvas upon which her radiance is painted.
She is the rose requiem, a lament for the beauty that is both ephemeral and eternal.