Rose Crowned Slumber

In the depths of darkness, a vision emerges, crowned with roses, serene and still. The woman's face, a canvas of tranquility, bathed in the soft glow of an unseen light. Her lips, a fiery red, a gentle smile, as if kissed by the roses that surround her. The red roses, a halo of passion, a symbol of love and beauty, entwined with her dark hair, a union of contrasts. In this moment, she is free, her spirit soaring, as the roses lift her above the mundane. The darkness recedes, and she is bathed in an ethereal light, a being of beauty, a goddess of the night. Her slumber is not rest, but a journey, a voyage through the realms of the soul, guided by the whispers of the roses.