Velvet Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her face a canvas of serene beauty. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, their velvet softness a stark contrast to the stillness of her form. Her lips, a subtle invitation, hint at secrets kept and stories untold. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine with her dark hair, a dance of light and shadow. In this moment, she is both fragile and eternal, a fleeting beauty suspended in time. The roses, like memories, cling to her, their fragrance a reminder of the transience of life. And in her repose, there is a profound peace, a surrender to the beauty that surrounds her.