Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant kiss against the darkness.
The velvet petals surround her, a soft, red shroud that whispers secrets of love and longing.
Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, glows with an ethereal light, as if the roses have imparted their essence to her being.
In this serene tableau, she is both the sleeper and the guardian of the roses, her presence a gentle reminder of the beauty that lies in stillness.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, stand watch, their thorns a subtle reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and pain.
In this moment, she is free, her spirit entwined with the flowers, a fleeting dance between life and dream.