Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a subtle smile. The red blooms dance around her, a fiery halo in the darkness. Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, glows with a soft, ethereal light. The roses, like passionate whispers, surround her, their beauty both fierce and delicate. In this serene repose, she is a vision of loveliness, a fleeting moment of beauty and tranquility. The red roses, symbols of love and passion, entwine her, a gentle lover's caress. Her hair, a tumble of dark locks, flows around her, a river of night. The ribbons, like silken threads, weave a subtle spell, binding her to the roses, to the moment, to the beauty. In this stillness, she is free, a spirit unbound, a soul at peace.