Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a figure lies entwined with roses, her face a serene mask of tranquility.
The red blooms dance around her, a fiery halo that contrasts with her pale skin.
The curtains above, a dark and foreboding presence, frame the scene in mystery.
As the roses envelop her, they seem to absorb her very essence, leaving behind a haunting beauty.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a fleeting union of flesh and petal.
The image whispers secrets of love, loss, and the transience of life.
It is a requiem for what has been, a celebration of what remains.
In the stillness, the roses seem to pulse with a life of their own, a reminder that even in death, there is beauty.