Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals a gentle caress on her skin.
The world is hushed, a monochrome canvas, as if reality itself has faded into the background, leaving only the essence of beauty.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon the shadows.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her repose, their deep red hue a testament to the fire that burns within.
In this serene tableau, beauty and melancholy entwine, a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of life and love.
As the roses bloom and fade, so too does the beauty of the human spirit, leaving behind a memory that haunts like a sweet sorrow.