Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet embrace of red roses, their petals a soft whisper against her skin. The world outside fades, leaving only the gentle dance of shadows and the sweet scent of blooming love. Her lips, a deep crimson, curve into a serene smile, as if the roses have claimed her as their own. In this tranquil scene, beauty and tranquility entwine, a testament to the timeless allure of nature's splendor. The roses, like guardians of her rest, watch over her with tender care, their beauty a reflection of her own. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, her spirit as free as the petals that drift on the breeze.