Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a deep crimson hue. The world outside fades, as petals softly frame her serene face. Her dark hair, a river of night, contrasts with the purity of her skin. The roses, like whispers of a forgotten language, surround her, their beauty haunting. In this moment, time stands still, and all that remains is the gentle dance of shadows and light. She is a vision of beauty, a fleeting dream, lost in a sea of red. Yet, in this stillness, there is a profound peace, a sense of being wrapped in the tender embrace of the roses. Her beauty is not just seen, but felt, a symphony of color and emotion that resonates deeply within. As the roses envelop her, they tell a tale of love, loss, and the eternal beauty that lies within the transient.