Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals a gentle caress on her skin. The darkness is illuminated by the soft glow of her presence, as if the flowers themselves are radiating a serene light. Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the viewer into a world of mystery and allure. The roses, like guardians of her rest, watch over her with delicate, thorny tenderness. In this moment, time stands still, and all that remains is the beauty of her repose, cradled in a sea of red, a requiem of love and beauty.