Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, their velvet petals a gentle caress on her skin. The red hue of the flowers dances with the red of her lips, a symphony of passion and rest. Her face, a canvas of serene beauty, is a testament to the tranquility that lies within. The roses, like guardians of her dreams, surround her, their thorns a reminder of the strength that lies beneath her gentle exterior. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, her spirit intertwined with their beauty and fragrance.