Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, a vision of serene beauty. The red petals, like velvet whispers, surround her tranquil face, as if the flowers themselves are guarding her dreams. Her lips, painted crimson, a subtle smile plays, as if savoring a secret known only to the roses. The darkness that envelops them is not absence, but presence - the presence of mystery, of passion, of life. In this tableau, she is both subject and sovereign, a queen of beauty, surrounded by the symbols of love and desire. The roses, like her, are at once fragile and resilient, their beauty a testament to the power of vulnerability.