Rose Requiem

In slumber, she finds solace, her visage a canvas of serene beauty. The roses, like whispers of a forgotten melody, dance around her, their crimson hue a stark contrast to the monochrome landscape of her skin. The soft, gentle folds of her hair, a river of night, flow around her, as if to cradle her in an ethereal embrace. The roses, like sentinels of passion, stand guard, their beauty a poignant reminder of the transience of life. In this moment, time stands still, and all that remains is the gentle rustle of petals, the soft whisper of a lover's sigh.