Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the velvet darkness, a woman's face emerges, a canvas of serene beauty.
Red roses, like passionate whispers, surround her, their petals soft as the sighs of the night.
Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the shadows to dance.
The roses, symbols of love's fierce beauty, frame her face, a delicate balance of light and darkness.
As she closes her eyes, the world slows, and in the stillness, the roses bloom, a testament to the beauty that lies within the silence.
In this moment, she is the rose, and the rose is her.