Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and grace.
The red roses in her hair, a symbol of passion and love, yet tinged with the melancholy of a requiem.
Her eyes closed, as if in reverie or prayer, her red lips a testament to the fire that burns within.
The black lace that adorns her, a mourning cloak, or a badge of honor.
The light dances upon her skin, a chiaroscuro of light and shadow, highlighting the contours of her face, the delicate curves of her neck.
She is a woman of mystery, a keeper of secrets, a guardian of dreams.
In her stillness, there is a power, a quiet strength that commands attention.
She is a rose in bloom, yet also a thorn, a reminder that beauty and pain are often intertwined.