Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals like the whispers of the past.
Her face, a canvas of serene beauty, is illuminated by the soft glow of memory.
The roses, like the fragments of her dreams, dance around her, their crimson hue a testament to the passion that lies within.
As she floats on the tide of her own reverie, the roses become the guardians of her secrets, their thorns a reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and pain.
In this moment, she is one with the roses, her spirit entwined with their timeless elegance.