Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses, their thorns a reminder of life's bittersweet beauty. Her eyes closed, she breathes in the scent of longing, her heart beating in rhythm with the whispers of the flowers. The wind whispers secrets in her ear, and her hair flows like a river of night, entwining with the rose stems, a symbol of her eternal bond with the mysteries of life and death. In this moment, she is free, her spirit soaring on the wings of the roses, as the world around her fades into the background, leaving only the gentle caress of the rose petals on her skin.