Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she lies entwined with roses, her lips a crimson whisper against the pale canvas of her skin.
The flowers, like sentinels of passion, guard her tranquil form, their velvet petals unfolding like the pages of a lover's diary.
The darkness that surrounds her is not absence, but presence—the presence of dreams, of memories, of the unseen.
Her beauty is a requiem, a hymn to the ephemeral nature of life and love.
In this tableau, time stands still, and we are drawn into a world where the boundaries between reality and dreams blur, where the rose and the sleeper become one in their serene, majestic beauty.