Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant testament to the beauty that lies within.
The red roses, like passionate whispers, surround her, a halo of desire and mystery.
Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, glows with an ethereal light, as if the moon itself had kissed her awake.
The shadows dance upon her face, a chiaroscuro of secrets and dreams.
In this moment, she is the epitome of beauty, a fleeting glimpse of perfection, lost in the realm of the roses.