Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. The soft, dark hair cascades around her like a waterfall of night, intertwining with the blooms. Her face, a serene canvas, painted with the subtle hues of tranquility. The roses, like guardians of her rest, watch over her with tender, thorny care. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a fusion of beauty and serenity. The world outside fades, leaving only the gentle dance of shadows and the sweet, heady scent of roses. In this sanctuary, she is free, her spirit entwined with the essence of the blooms.