Rose Requiem

In the darkness, a vision emerges, a woman shrouded in red roses, her face a canvas of serenity. The flowers, like whispers of passion, dance around her, their beauty both fierce and delicate. Her skin, a porcelain mask, glows with an ethereal light, as if illuminated by an inner fire. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a living, breathing entity that pulses with the rhythm of her heartbeat. In this fleeting moment, she is both mortal and eternal, a fleeting glimpse of beauty in the void.