Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, their velvet petals a stark contrast to the porcelain skin beneath. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene face, a testament to the beauty that lies in stillness. Her lips, a subtle invitation, hint at secrets kept and stories untold. As the roses envelop her, they seem to absorb her essence, leaving behind a haunting beauty that is both captivating and melancholic. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a fleeting harmony of flesh and petal, lost in the depths of a dream.