Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses.
The soft glow of her skin is a canvas of serenity, a testament to the beauty that lies within.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her repose, their thorns a reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and pain.
As she rests, her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows, their silence a language only understood by the heart.
In this moment, she is one with the roses, her spirit entwined with their essence, a fusion of flesh and flower, mortal and eternal.