Midnight Rose
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision emerges, a woman bathed in the soft glow of mystery.
Her eyes closed, she inhales the scent of red roses, their velvet petals a gentle caress against her skin.
The darkness is alive with the promise of secrets, and she is the guardian of the night.
Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the whispers of the unknown.
In this moment, she is the embodiment of beauty and enigma, a fleeting glimpse of the magic that lies just beyond the reach of the light.