Midnight Petal Sorrow

In the shadows, she cradles the roses, her dark hair entwined with the night. The red blooms, like her heart, are heavy with sorrow. The lace of her gown whispers secrets of a love that's lost, and the water's gentle song is a melancholy serenade. Her eyes, closed in reverence, hold the weight of memories. In this moment, she is a vessel for the beauty and pain of love. The roses, like tears, fall from her hands, a symbol of the fragility of the human heart.