Rose Requiem

In the depths of darkness, a vision emerges, a woman entwined with roses, her face a canvas of serenity. The flowers, like rubies, adorn her, a symbol of passion and love. Her eyes, closed, as if in reverie, her lips, a gentle curve, inviting contemplation. The roses, a halo, a crown, a reminder of the beauty that lies within. In this moment, she is free, unencumbered by the world's din, her spirit soaring. The roses, like tears, fall around her, a poignant reminder of the transience of life. Yet, in this stillness, there is a sense of peace, a sense of being. The woman, the roses, a harmonious union, a celebration of the beauty that lies within and without.