Rose Requiem

In the silence, she stands, a vision of beauty and sorrow. Her hair, a tumble of silver, blown by the winds of fate. The roses, red as passion, red as pain, entwine her, a symbol of love's bittersweet refrain. Her eyes, closed, as if in reverie, or perhaps in mourning. The world, in monochrome, save for the roses, ablaze with color, a fiery halo. She is the rose keeper, guardian of the heart's deepest desires and darkest fears. In her stillness, a world of emotion stirs, a testament to the power of beauty to evoke and to transform.