Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet embrace of red roses, their petals soft as the whispers of the night. Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the shadows to dance upon them. The light caresses her skin, a gentle lover's touch, highlighting the serene beauty of her repose. The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her rest, their thorns a reminder of the beauty that can be found in pain. In this moment, she is a goddess, a keeper of secrets, a weaver of dreams. The roses and she, entwined in a ballet of beauty and mystery, create a tableau that speaks of love, loss, and the eternal cycle of life.