Rose Requiem
Reflection
In a sea of crimson, she floats, a porcelain doll suspended in slumber, surrounded by the velvet softness of red roses.
The darkness that envelops her is not void of light, but a canvas of subtle shadows that dance upon her skin.
Her lips, painted crimson, a subtle smile that hints at secrets kept and tales untold.
The roses, like guardians of her repose, watch over her with tender petals, their thorns a reminder of the beauty and pain that entwine.
In this moment, she is both fragile and resilient, a paradox of strength and vulnerability.
The roses whisper tales of love and loss, their fragrance a haunting melody that echoes through the chambers of the heart.
In this tableau, she is the rose, and the rose, she.