Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals soft as the whispers of the night. Her lips, painted crimson, a gentle echo of the blooms that envelop her. The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro serenade, as if the very darkness itself is alive, cradling her in mystery. In this tableau of beauty and melancholy, she is both the rose and the keeper, a guardian of the delicate balance between light and shadow. As the roses seem to breathe around her, they whisper secrets of the heart, of love, loss, and the eternal beauty that binds them all.