Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her visage a canvas of serene beauty.
The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, their vibrant hue a stark contrast to the monochrome elegance of her face.
Her eyes, closed in repose, speak of dreams and longing.
The soft, gentle folds of her skin are illuminated by a subtle light, as if the roses themselves are the source of her ethereal glow.
In this moment, she is a vision of beauty, a fleeting glimpse of perfection.
The roses, like the cycles of life, envelop her, a reminder of the beauty and the melancholy that life embodies.
Her tranquility is a balm to the soul, a reflection of the peace that can be found in stillness.
As the roses fade, so too shall her image, leaving behind a memory that haunts and inspires.
Yet, in the heart, her beauty remains, a rose requiem that echoes through eternity.