Rose Noir
Reflection
In the shadows, she blooms like a midnight flower, her beauty a whispered secret.
The red rose in her hair is a flame that flickers with inner light, a beacon in the darkness.
Her eyes, closed in reverie, hold the promise of dreams yet to be unraveled.
The delicate lace of her garment is a spider's web of intrigue, ensnaring the heart with every subtle curve.
She is a mistress of mystery, a weaver of tales that beckon the soul to follow.
In her presence, time stands still, and the world is bathed in the soft glow of her luminescent skin.
She is a nocturnal queen, reigning over the realm of the night with grace and elegance.