Rose Requiem

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.