Rose Requiem

In the shadows, she finds solace, her eyes closed, a moment's peace. The red roses in her hair, a symbol of passion and loss. Her lips, a deep crimson, a promise of secrets untold. The soft light dancing across her face, a gentle caress, a whispered promise. In this moment, she is free, her spirit unbound, her heart beating with a quiet strength. The darkness surrounds her, but she is not consumed, for she is the mistress of her own domain, a queen of shadows and light.