Rose Requiem

In the darkness, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet softness of red roses. Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows. The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, as if the roses themselves are breathing life into her being. With eyes closed, she is lost in a world of beauty and melancholy, a serene escape from the world's din. The roses, like passionate kisses, adorn her, a symbol of love's fierce and gentle power. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a fleeting beauty, a moment's peace. The darkness is not absence, but a presence, a backdrop for the roses' vibrant hue, a reminder that beauty thrives in contrast. She is the rose keeper, guardian of the beauty that blooms within and around her.