Rose Requiem

In the soft glow of fading light, she stands, a vision of beauty and sorrow. Roses entwined in her hair, a crown of love and loss. Her eyes closed, as if in reverie, her lips parted in a silent prayer. The light dances across her face, casting shadows that deepen the mystery. Her presence is a whisper of what could have been, a fleeting moment of elegance and grace. The roses, like her, are both resilient and fragile, a testament to the transient nature of beauty. In this moment, she is timeless, a figure of eternal beauty and melancholy.