Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and sorrow.
The roses, like tears, fall from her hair, a symbol of love and loss.
Her eyes, closed in contemplation, hide the depth of her emotions.
The soft light dancing across her face illuminates the contours of her beauty, a beauty that is both fragile and resilient.
The black lace that adorns her shoulder is a reminder of the mystery that surrounds her, a mystery that is both alluring and elusive.
As the light catches her lips, they seem to whisper a secret, a secret that only the roses seem to understand.
In this moment, she is a queen, a queen of sorrow and beauty, a reminder that even in darkness, there is always a glimmer of light.