Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. The soft light dancing across her face, a gentle caress on skin as pale as alabaster. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, their deep crimson a reflection of the passion that burns within. Her lips, a subtle smile, a whispered secret, a promise of the mysteries that lie within. The world fades to black and white, but the roses remain, a vibrant testament to the beauty that remains. In this moment, she is free, her spirit unshackled, her heart beating in rhythm with the roses that surround her.