Rose Requiem

In the darkness, a vision emerges, a woman shrouded in red roses, her face a canvas of serenity. The flowers, like tears of blood, cascade around her, as if mourning the loss of a beauty that transcends mortality. Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows. The red fabric that drapes her, a symbol of passion and love, entwines with the roses, creating a tableau of elegance and sorrow. In this moment, she is the epitome of grace, a fleeting glimpse of perfection. The roses, like the passage of time, surround her, a reminder that beauty is both precious and ephemeral.