Midnight Bloom
Reflection
In the shadows, she unfurls like a rose in darkness, her beauty a whispered secret.
The wind whispers truths in her ear, and her hair dances with the night.
Red roses surround her, symbols of passion and mystery, their thorns a reminder of the beauty that can be found in pain.
Her eyes are closed, yet she sees beyond the veil, into the depths of her own soul.
In this moment, she is free, unencumbered by the weights of the world.
The darkness is her canvas, and she is the artist, painting her own liberation.