Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, their velvet petals a gentle caress upon her skin.
The world is hushed, and in the stillness, her beauty is a solemn, sacred thing.
The roses, like whispers of passion and memory, surround her, their red hue a testament to the fire that burns within.
As she rests, her face, a canvas of serene contemplation, invites the viewer to join her in this tranquil reverie.
The roses, in their delicate, intricate dance, weave a spell of enchantment, drawing the eye and captivating the heart.
In this moment, she is a vision of ethereal loveliness, a fleeting glimpse of the sublime.