Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a woman's face emerges, a canvas of porcelain, her eyes closed as if in reverence or release.
The red roses, like splashes of passion, surround her, their petals unfolding like the pages of a secret diary.
The light dances upon her skin, casting a glow that whispers tales of love and loss.
In this moment, she is both the rose and the requiem, a symphony of beauty and melancholy.
The roses, like tears, fall around her, each petal a verse in the poem of her soul.
In the darkness, she finds her light, a beacon of hope in the shadows.
This is her moment, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability and strength.