Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals soft as the whispers of the night. The smoke dances around her, a gentle lover's caress, as if the very essence of the flowers has been distilled into mist. Her face, a canvas of serene beauty, is tilted upwards, drinking in the ethereal light that filters through the gossamer veil. The darkness is alive with the promise of mystery, and the roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her repose. In this tableau of dream and desire, she is the epitome of grace, a fleeting moment of beauty captured in the eternal dance between light and shadow.