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 of stillness. 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, painted crimson, whisper secrets to the flowers, their language a symphony of silence and longing. In this moment, time stands still, and the world is bathed in the soft, ethereal light of her presence.