Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, their velvet petals a gentle caress against her skin. The red hue of the flowers dances with the crimson of her lips, a symphony of passion and serenity. Her face, a canvas of monochrome elegance, is a testament to the beauty of stillness. The roses, like whispers of love, surround her, their fragrance a silent serenade. In this moment, she is the embodiment of grace, a fleeting vision of beauty and tranquility.