Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace amidst the roses' tender touch. The red petals, like whispers of passion, envelop her serene face. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed in quiet contemplation. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, surround her like a gentle guardian. In this fleeting moment, time stands still, and the world is hushed. The soft, dark hair frames her porcelain skin, a canvas of beauty. As the roses breathe their sweet fragrance, she inhales the essence of tranquility. In this peaceful reverie, she is one with the flowers, a union of flesh and petal, a dance of life and beauty.