Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she floats on a sea of red roses, her skin a canvas of porcelain, lips a kiss of crimson.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her tranquil form.
Her hair, a cascade of golden light, ebbs and flows like a river of moonlight.
The shadows dance upon her face, a chiaroscuro of secrets and dreams.
In this stillness, she is a queen, surrounded by the symbols of love and longing.
The roses whisper tales of the heart, their beauty as ephemeral as the moments we cherish.
In this tableau, time stands still, and all that remains is the beauty of the moment, suspended in the eternal grace of the rose.