Rose Requiem

In the darkness, she rises, a vision of beauty and sorrow. The red roses, like rubies in her hair, a crown of passion and heartache. Her eyes closed, as if in reverence, her lips painted red, a symbol of love and loss. The light dances across her skin, a gentle caress, highlighting the contours of her face and neck. She is a goddess, a muse, a symbol of femininity and strength. The roses, like tears, fall from her hair, a reminder of the beauty and pain of life. In this moment, she is free, unencumbered by the weights of the world. She is a rose in bloom, a fleeting moment of perfection, a memory to be cherished.