Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, her face a canvas of serene beauty.
The roses, like whispers of passion, gently caress her skin, their red petals a testament to the fire that burns within.
Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the shadows to dance upon them.
The darkness is illuminated by the subtle glow of her presence, a beacon in the night.
As the roses envelop her, they seem to absorb her essence, a symbiotic union of beauty and mystery.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, their beauty and fragrance intertwined with her very being.
The world is hushed, a silent witness to this intimate encounter between light and darkness, beauty and serenity.