Midnight Rose
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds solace, her dark hair a canvas for the whispers of the night.
The red roses, a fiery contrast, a symbol of passion and mystery.
Her eyes, closed in reverence, as if the petals hold the secrets of the universe.
The rain, a gentle melody, washes away the world's din, leaving only the soft whispers of the roses.
In this moment, she is one with the night, the flowers, and the silence.
A fleeting glimpse of serenity, a moment of grace.