Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. The soft, golden light dances across her skin, casting shadows that whisper secrets of the night. Her lips, painted crimson, curve into a gentle smile, as if savoring a dream. The roses, like sentinels of beauty, guard her repose, their thorns a reminder of the delicate balance between serenity and passion. In this fleeting moment, time stands still, and the world is bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of her presence.