Rose Requiem

In the darkness, a vision emerges, a woman shrouded in red roses, her face a canvas of serenity. Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets of the heart. The roses, like blood-red tears, fall upon her skin, a symbol of love and loss. Her eyes, closed in reverence, drink in the beauty of the moment. The world around her fades, leaving only the gentle caress of the roses. In this fleeting instant, she is free, her spirit soaring on the wings of beauty and sorrow. The roses, like a lover's kiss, leave their mark upon her soul. And when the moment passes, she remains, forever changed, her heart forever entwined with the roses.