Rose Requiem

In the stillness, a woman's face emerges, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. Her eyes are closed, her lips painted a deep crimson, as if savoring the beauty of her own mortality. The roses, like tears, fall around her, a poignant reminder of the transience of life and the beauty that remains. In this moment, she is both fragile and resilient, a testament to the human spirit's capacity to find solace in sorrow. The roses, like memories, cling to her, a fragrant reminder of the past, as her face, a canvas of emotions, whispers stories of love, loss, and the passage of time.