Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant testament to life's fleeting beauty. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene form, a poignant reminder of love's bittersweet melody. As the shadows dance upon her skin, the roses seem to absorb the light, leaving only an aura of mystery. In this moment, she is both the giver and receiver of beauty, a harmonious blend of strength and vulnerability. The roses, like the memories of love, cling to her, a fragrant reminder of what has been and what remains. In the stillness, her beauty is not just seen but felt, a symphony of red and black, of life and the mystery that follows.