Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet touch of red roses, their petals a gentle caress against her skin. The soft folds of her lips, painted a deep crimson, whisper secrets of the heart. Her dark hair, a cascade of night, blends with the shadows, as if the very darkness itself has come to cradle her. The roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard around her, their beauty a poignant reminder of the transience of life. In this serene tableau, we find a reflection of our own deepest desires and the eternal beauty that lies within the fragility of existence.