Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, their velvet petals a gentle caress on her skin.
The world outside fades, leaving only the soft whisper of beauty and the tender touch of the flowers.
Her lips, painted crimson, curve into a serene smile, as if the roses have stolen her breath, leaving her in a state of tranquil reverie.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, her spirit entwined with their delicate, thorny beauty.
The roses, like guardians of her dreams, surround her, their fragrance a lullaby that soothes the soul.
As she sleeps, the roses bloom, their beauty a reflection of her own inner radiance, a testament to the magic that lies within.