Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. The world outside fades, and all that remains is the gentle caress of the flowers, their beauty a balm to her soul. Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows, as the roses seem to absorb her very essence. In this serene tableau, she is one with the flowers, a fleeting moment of perfect harmony. The roses, like her, are a testament to the beauty of vulnerability, their thorns a reminder of the strength that lies within. As she rests, the roses watch over her, their beauty a shield against the world's turmoil.