Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant kiss against the monochrome canvas of her skin. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, a halo of desire and mystery. Her face, a serene landscape, belies the turmoil of dreams, as the roses, like the shadows, dance upon her. In this moment, she is both the sleeper and the keeper of the roses, a guardian of the threshold between reality and the realm of the subconscious. The roses, with their velvet petals, softly caress her, a gentle lover's touch, as she floats on a sea of dreams, untethered and free. In this embrace, she finds solace, a peace that is both profound and fleeting, like the delicate beauty of the roses that surround her.