Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her face a canvas of serene beauty. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, their velvet softness a stark contrast to the stillness of her skin. Her lips, a subtle smile, hint at secrets kept and stories untold. The darkness that envelops her is not absence, but a presence, a reminder of the mysteries that lie within. As the roses rest upon her, they seem to be guarding her dreams, protecting the tranquility that she has found. In this moment, time stands still, and all that exists is the gentle dance between light and shadow on her face, and the silent language of the roses that envelop her.