Rose Requiem

In the silence, she finds her solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. The soft folds of her white gown cascade like a river of moonlight, as she gazes out into the distance. Her eyes, once bright with hope, now dimly reflect the shadows that dance upon the wall. The roses, like whispers of the past, surround her, their beauty a poignant reminder of love and loss. In this moment, she is a vision of serene melancholy, a bride of sorrow, forever lost in thought. The world outside recedes, and all that remains is the gentle rustle of the roses, a lullaby of memories, a requiem for what could never be.