Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals unfolding like the pages of a secret diary. Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper tales of love and longing. The soft, dark tresses frame a face both serene and sorrowful, a portrait of beauty in repose. The roses, like guardians of her dreams, watch over her with tender vigilance. In this moment, time stands still, and the world is bathed in the gentle glow of her presence. The roses, too, seem to be dreaming, their beauty and fragrance entwined with hers, creating a tableau of enchantment and mystery.