Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, a vision lies, a maiden fair, with eyes closed tight. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, their petals soft as the whispers of the night. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, inviting and divine, beckon the heart to surrender to their beauty. In this sea of red, she floats, a porcelain doll, serene and still, as if the world has hushed its din and quieted its will. The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her repose, their thorns a reminder of the price of beauty's rose. In this tableau of elegance and grief, we find a reflection of our own longing, a yearning for the beauty that lies just beyond our grasp, a beauty that is both fierce and fragile, like the rose itself.