Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet embrace of red roses. Their petals dance around her, a gentle whisper of beauty and mortality. The soft glow of her skin, a canvas of serenity, as if the roses have imparted their tranquil essence. Her lips, a subtle smile, a hint of a secret kept. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a fleeting beauty, a moment of perfect stillness. The world outside fades, leaving only the soft rustle of petals, a lullaby of love and loss. In this quiet, she is free, her spirit entwined with the roses, a dance of life and death, a requiem of beauty.