Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her beauty entwined with the fleeting nature of life. The red petals, like the flush of passion, surround her serene face, a testament to love's enduring legacy. Her lips, a deep crimson, speak of the secrets she holds, and the dreams that she has yet to reveal. In this moment, she is both mortal and eternal, a fleeting glimpse of loveliness lost in the timeless dance of beauty and decay. The roses, like the whispers of the past, envelop her, their thorns a reminder of the bittersweet nature of existence. And yet, in this stillness, there is a profound peace, a sense of being one with the natural world, where love and loss are but two sides of the same eternal coin.