Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet whispers of red roses, their petals unfolding like the pages of a secret diary. The soft glow of her skin is a canvas of serenity, a peaceful landscape where the world's din fades away. Her lips, a deep crimson, speak of unspoken tales and mysteries hidden beneath the surface. The roses, like guardians of her dreams, watch over her as she journeys through the realms of the subconscious. In this moment, time stands still, and all that remains is the gentle dance of shadows and the sweet scent of blooming flowers.