Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her beauty a fleeting dream. The red blooms surround her, a halo of passion and desire. Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, glows with a soft, ethereal light. The roses, like velvet kisses, caress her skin, their scent a heady perfume that intoxicates the senses. In this moment, she is a goddess, a vision of loveliness, lost in a world of her own. The darkness that surrounds her is a reminder that beauty is fragile, a delicate balance of light and shadow. And yet, in this stillness, there is a sense of peace, a sense of being wrapped in the soft petals of the roses, protected and cherished.