Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. Her lips, a fiery whisper, beckon the shadows to dance. The soft caress of darkness on her skin is a gentle lullaby, as the roses weave a tale of love and longing. In this serene repose, she is a queen, her beauty a testament to the power of vulnerability. The roses, like tears of passion, fall around her, a poignant reminder of the beauty that lies in surrender.