Rose Requiem

In the silence, she stands, a vision of white, amidst the passionate whispers of red roses. Her gaze, a window to the soul, lost in thought, as the wind whispers secrets in her ear. The dress, a masterpiece of elegance, a strapless corset, a flowing train, a tale of love and longing. The roses, a fiery aura, a symbol of desire, a requiem for what's been, a promise of what's to come. In this moment, she is lost, yet found, a bride, a woman, a heart beating with the rhythm of the roses.