Rose Requiem

In the soft glow of fading light, she stands, a vision of beauty and sorrow. Her eyes closed, as if in reverence, her lips a whisper of red roses. The delicate dance of light on her skin, a testament to the transience of life. The roses, like her, are both fierce and delicate, their beauty a poignant reminder of the fragility of existence. In this moment, she is a requiem, a lament for the passing of time, and the beauty that remains.