Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals a gentle caress on her skin. The soft folds of her lips, painted crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows. Her dark hair flows like a midnight river, intertwining with the blooms. The world is hushed, and in this stillness, she finds solace. The roses, like guardians of her rest, watch over her, their beauty a reflection of her own. In this serene tableau, she is both the dreamer and the dream, lost in a realm where love and sorrow entwine.