Velvet Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she finds her solace, surrounded by the crimson petals that dance like whispers in the darkness.
Her lips, a rosebud promise, sealed in a gentle repose.
The shadows caress her skin, a soft lullaby, as the red roses weave a tale of passion and serenity.
In this quiet moment, she is free, her spirit entwined with the mystery of the night.
The world outside recedes, leaving only the soft whisper of her breath, a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves of her soul.
In this serene tableau, beauty and melancholy entwine, a poignant reminder of the beauty that lies in stillness.