Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is cradled by the velvet petals of red roses, their deep hue a testament to the passion that lies within. Her lips, painted crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows. The soft, golden highlights on her skin glow like embers, as if the warmth of life still pulses beneath. The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her repose, their thorns a reminder of the beauty and pain that entwine. In this serene tableau, she is both the queen and the captive of her dreams, surrounded by the symbols of love's eternal and sometimes sorrowful journey.