Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a deep crimson hue. The flowers weave a tapestry of passion and mystery, as her tranquil face tells a story of love and longing. The roses, like whispers of the past, surround her, their beauty haunting and ethereal. In this serene tableau, the boundaries between reality and dream dissolve, leaving only the essence of beauty and the ache of desire. Her closed eyes hide secrets, while her lips promise untold stories. The roses, in their vibrant red, stand as sentinels of her heart, guarding the depths of her soul.