Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant kiss against the monochrome canvas of her skin.
The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, a halo of desire and mystery.
Her eyes, closed in reverie, conceal the depths of her soul, a secret garden where beauty and melancholy entwine.
The roses, velvet soft, yet thorny, speak of love's duality - its tenderness and pain.
In this serene tableau, she is both the rose and the keeper of its essence, a guardian of the beauty that lies within and around her.
As the petals unfold, so does the narrative of her inner world, a world where dreams and reality blur, and the essence of femininity is distilled.