Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, a wreath of passion and sorrow. Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the shadows to rest. The roses, like tears of blood, fall around her, a cascade of love and loss. In this dark, velvety embrace, she finds solace, her beauty a fleeting dream. The roses, they whisper secrets, of love, of heartache, of the transience of life. And in their delicate petals, we find the beauty of mortality, a reminder to cherish every moment, every kiss, every heartbeat.