Rose Requiem

In the silence, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses, their thorns a reminder of life's bittersweet beauty. Her eyes closed, she breathes in the fragrance, letting the sorrow wash over her, as her hair flows like a river of night, intertwined with the flowers. The world fades to monochrome, except for the roses, ablaze with passion and pain, a symbol of love's enduring presence. In this moment, she is free, lost in the beauty and the melancholy, a dance between light and shadow.