Rose Requiem

In slumber, she finds solace among the roses' tender touch. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene form. Her lips, a crimson whisper, echo the beauty of the flowers. The darkness that envelops them is not absence, but a presence, a reminder of the depth of her emotions. In this stillness, she is free, her spirit dancing among the petals. The roses, like memories, cling to her, a bittersweet reminder of love's enduring legacy. In this tableau, she is both the rose and the keeper, a guardian of beauty, a vessel for the soul. The world may be dark, but in her dreams, she is bathed in the soft glow of the roses' gentle light.