Midnight Bloom
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds solace, her dark hair a cascade of night.
The roses, like crimson tears, fall around her, a symbol of love and loss.
Her eyes, closed in contemplation, hide the depths of her soul.
The delicate lace on her shoulder, a fragile barrier between her heart and the world.
The soft, golden light that dances across her skin, a gentle reminder of the beauty that still remains.
In this moment, she is lost in thought, her spirit entwined with the mystery of the roses.
The world around her fades, leaving only the whispers of her heart.