Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a gentle whisper against their velvet softness.
The red blooms, like passionate kisses, surround her, a halo of desire and mystery.
Her skin, pale as alabaster, glows with an ethereal light, as if the roses have imparted their essence to her very being.
The darkness that surrounds her is not absence, but presence - the presence of all that is unseen, yet felt.
In this serene tableau, we find a reflection of our own longing for beauty, for peace, for the transcendent.
The roses, like our deepest desires, envelop her, protect her, and reveal her true form.
In their beauty, we see our own; in her repose, our own tranquility.