Rose Requiem

In the silence of a forgotten dream, she stands alone, her beauty entwined with the roses that cascade like a river of passion and sorrow. The wind whispers secrets in her hair, as the light dances upon her skin, a fleeting moment of ethereal grace. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, surround her, their vibrant red a stark contrast to the delicate white of her gown. In this moment, she is a bride, a queen, a soul lost in the depths of her own heart. The world outside fades, and all that remains is the gentle rustle of the roses, the soft whisper of her name.