Rose Requiem

In the darkness, a vision emerges, a woman shrouded in red roses, her face serene, her spirit aflame. The flowers, like whispers of passion, adorn her, a crown of love and longing. Her eyes closed, she breathes in the scent, a moment of transcendence, a fleeting peace. The roses, a symbol of the heart's deepest desires, entwine her, a delicate balance of beauty and melancholy. In this stillness, she finds solace, a refuge from the world's din. The roses, like memories, cling to her, a reminder of love's bittersweet refrain. And in the darkness, she is reborn, her spirit renewed, her heart still beating with the rhythm of the roses.