Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision unfurls, a dance of red roses and silken hair.
A woman's face, a canvas of contrasts, where light and darkness entwine.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon the unknown.
The roses, like fleeting dreams, surround her, their thorns a reminder of life's delicate balance.
As she inhales their scent, her spirit is transported to a realm of reverie, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur.
In this moment, she is free, a sovereign of her own desires, her beauty a reflection of the turmoil and tranquility that lies within.
The roses, like her heart, are both fierce and delicate, a testament to the complexity of the human experience.