Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the stillness, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet whispers of red roses.
Their petals dance around her, a gentle caress, as if mourning the loss of her vibrant hue.
The monochromatic canvas of her skin is a testament to the beauty of serenity, a canvas waiting to be reborn.
The roses, like memories, cling to her, their thorns a reminder of the beauty and pain that life entwines.
In this moment, she is both fragile and resilient, a being of contrasts, bathed in the soft glow of introspection.
The roses, like her spirit, are unbound, their beauty unrestrained, a celebration of the wild and the free.