Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows. The roses, like tender fingers, caress her skin, as if mourning the loss of a beauty that never was. In this serene tableau, she is both the queen and the sacrifice, a monarch of melancholy. The roses, in their somber beauty, echo the sorrow that lies beneath her tranquil surface. Yet, in this quiet, there is a power, a testament to the enduring spirit that blooms, unbroken, amidst the thorns of life.