Rose Requiem

In the garden of dreams, where petals unfold like tender whispers, a serene visage floats, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard the threshold of the soul, their crimson hue a testament to the beauty and pain that shape our journey. As the eyes close, the world outside recedes, and in the stillness, the beauty within is revealed. The roses, now a metaphor for the cycles of life, remind us that in every ending, there is a promise of rebirth, and in every sorrow, a depth of beauty that awaits discovery.