Rose Requiem

In a sea of crimson petals, she floats, a vision of serene beauty. Her lips, a deep, inviting red, curve into a gentle smile. The roses, like symbols of love and passion, envelop her, their delicate petals a stark contrast to the bold color. Her skin, pale and luminous, glows with an inner light, as if the roses' essence has been distilled into her very being. The darkness around her fades, and all that remains is the soft, velvety texture of the flowers and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. In this moment, time stands still, and all that exists is the beauty of the present. The roses, like guardians of her tranquility, watch over her, their beauty a reflection of her own.