Rose Requiem

In the depths of darkness, a vision emerges, a woman shrouded in crimson roses, her skin as pale as moonlight. Her lips, a deep, burning red, a fiery passion that contrasts with the stillness of her form. The roses, a crown of love and loss, surround her, their beauty both captivating and haunting. As she sits, lost in thought, her eyes closed, the world around her fades into the shadows, leaving only the soft, velvety petals of the roses to whisper secrets in her ear. In this moment, she is a goddess, a queen of sorrow and beauty, her presence both melancholic and serene. The roses, a symbol of love's duality, surround her, a reminder of the passion and pain that lies at the heart of all human experience.