Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. The soft, dark hair frames her serene face, a canvas of peaceful repose. The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her dreams, their crimson hue a testament to the fire that burns within. As she floats on the tide of somnolence, the world outside recedes, leaving only the gentle caress of the rose's softness. In this fleeting moment, she is free, unencumbered by the weights of reality. The roses whisper secrets in her ear, their fragrance a reminder of the beauty that lies just beyond the reach of waking life. And when she stirs, the memory of this tranquil reverie will linger, a bittersweet reminder of the peace that awaits her in the realm of dreams.