Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, a vision of beauty and sorrow. The red blooms surround her like a halo, a symbol of love and loss. Her lips, a vibrant red, whisper secrets to the shadows. The darkness is illuminated by the soft glow of her skin, a beacon in the night. The roses, like tears, fall around her, a testament to the passion that lies within. In this moment, she is free, her spirit soaring on the wings of dreams. The world, with all its joys and sorrows, fades away, leaving only the gentle caress of the roses. In this quiet repose, she finds solace, a refuge from the world's turmoil. The roses, a reminder of the beauty that remains, even in the darkest of times.