Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her beauty unadorned, yet majestic. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene face, a contrast of life and tranquility. Her lips, a subtle smile, hint at secrets kept, and dreams unfurled. The roses, like ardent guardians, watch over her repose, their thorns a reminder of the delicate balance between grace and strength. In this moment, she is a vessel for the beauty that surrounds her, a reflection of the roses' own mystique. The darkness that envelops them only serves to heighten the luminosity of her presence, a beacon in the shadows. As the roses seem to lean in, as if to listen to her heartbeat, we are reminded that beauty is not just seen, but felt, deeply.