Velvet Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and sorrow, her eyes closed as if in reverence to the red rose that brushes against her skin.
The lace of her garment, like the petals of the flower, whispers tales of love and loss.
The light dances upon her face, casting a glow that is both ethereal and haunting.
Her lips, painted red as the rose, seem to hold a secret, a promise of passion and mystery.
In this moment, she is a queen, reigning over a kingdom of dreams and desires.
The rose, a symbol of love's beauty and pain, is her crown, her heart, her requiem.