Rose Requiem

In the velvet darkness, a vision unfolds, a symphony of red roses and porcelain skin. The woman's eyes are closed, her lips a crimson whisper, as if savoring the scent of the blooms that adorn her. The roses, like rubies scattered across her skin, seem to pulse with a life of their own, a testament to the beauty and mystery that lies within. As the light dances across her face, it reveals the contours of a soul both serene and intense, a paradox of vulnerability and strength. In this moment, she is a goddess, a creature of myth and legend, her beauty both captivating and haunting. The roses, like the whispers of the past, surround her, their fragrance a reminder of the transience of life and the beauty that remains.