Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the soft glow of fading light, she stands, a vision of serene beauty.
The red roses woven into her hair, a symbol of passion and love, now still and silent.
Her eyes closed, as if in reverie, her lips slightly parted, a whispered promise.
The black lace on her shoulder, a delicate contrast to the warmth of her skin, a dance of shadows and light.
The world around her fades, leaving only the gentle contours of her face, a masterpiece of elegance and poise.
In this moment, she is timeless, a fleeting glimpse of perfection, a rose requiem for the soul.