Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a deep crimson hue.
The flowers envelop her, a sea of red that whispers secrets of the heart.
Her eyes, closed in repose, hide the depths of her soul.
The soft light dancing across her skin illuminates the gentle curves of her face, a portrait of serene beauty.
The roses, like tender fingers, caress her hair, a soothing melody that lulls her into a peaceful slumber.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a fleeting beauty that touches the heart.
The world slows down, and all that remains is the gentle rustle of petals and the soft whisper of her breath.