Rose Requiem

In the velvet darkness, a vision unfurls, a rose-adorned maiden, serene and still. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the shadows to dance. The roses, like rubies, encircle her, a fiery halo that frames her tranquil face. As she tilts her head, the light caresses her skin, a gentle lover's kiss. The roses, too, seem to bask in the soft glow, their petals unfolding like the pages of a secret book. In this mystical tableau, the woman is the keeper of the roses, and the roses are the guardians of her soul. Together, they weave a spell of beauty and mystery, a requiem for the heart.