Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet touch of red roses, their petals like whispers of a forgotten memory. The darkness that envelops her is not absence, but presence - the presence of mystery, of dreams, of the infinite. Her face, a canvas of serenity, reflects the beauty of the roses that cradle her. The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro of light and darkness, a reminder that beauty and melancholy are intertwined. In this moment, she is one with the roses, a fusion of flesh and flower, of mortal and eternal.