Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant testament to life's fleeting beauty. The red petals, like passionate whispers, surround her serene face, a contrast of vitality and rest. Her eyelids, veiled in shadow, hide the depths of her soul, yet her lips speak of stories untold. The roses, dark and lush, envelop her, a symbol of love's eternal dance with mortality. In this moment, she is both fragile and resilient, a beauty that transcends the boundaries of time. The roses, like memories, cling to her, a reminder of the beauty that lies in the transient nature of existence. As she sleeps, surrounded by the splendor of the roses, she embodies the essence of life's preciousness.