Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet embrace of red roses, their petals soft as the whispers of forgotten dreams.
Her lips, painted crimson, curve into a gentle smile, as if savoring a secret known only to the shadows.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her repose, their thorns a reminder of the beauty that can pierce and heal.
In this tableau of beauty and mystery, she is both the rose and the keeper of its secrets, a guardian of the delicate balance between light and darkness.
As the roses bloom around her, so too does her spirit, unfurling like the petals to greet the dawn of a new day.