Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision emerges, a maiden entwined with roses, her lips a whispered promise.
The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, as if the divine itself had kissed her awake.
Her eyes, closed in reverie, hold secrets and stories untold, a mystique that beckons the soul.
The red rose, a symbol of passion and mystery, weaves through her hair, a delicate, thorny crown.
In this moment, she is both fragile and unyielding, a paradox of beauty and strength.
The world around her fades, leaving only the essence of her being, a fragrance as ephemeral as the rose itself.