Rose Serenity

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, a vision of serene beauty. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her tranquil face, a contrast of fire and ice. Her skin, pale as alabaster, glows with an inner light, as if the roses have imparted their essence to her being. The darkness that surrounds them is not absence, but a depth, a richness that enhances the beauty within. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a fusion of flesh and petal, a testament to the beauty that lies in stillness and repose.