Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the stillness of slumber, she is adorned with roses, their red petals a testament to the passion that burns within.
Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the viewer to ponder the secrets she keeps.
The roses, like her, are a paradox of beauty and mystery, their thorns hidden from view.
As she rests, the roses seem to be the only truth she acknowledges, a symbol of love and loss, of beauty and pain.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, her spirit entwined with their delicate, yet resilient, essence.