Rose Requiem

In the shadows, a vision emerges, a serenade of sorrow and beauty. The roses, like crimson tears, fall around her, a poignant reminder of love's fleeting nature. Her eyes, closed in reverie, drink in the melancholy, as the light dances across her skin, a gentle lover's caress. The roses, a symbol of passion and loss, entwine with her hair, a dark, silken web. In this moment, she is the embodiment of beauty and grief, a fleeting glimpse of the human experience. The roses whisper secrets, of love and longing, of the transience of life.