Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals soft as the whispers of forgotten dreams. Her lips, painted crimson, curve in a gentle smile, as if the beauty of the roses has seeped into her soul. The soft, golden light dances across her skin, casting shadows that speak of secrets and mysteries. The roses, like guardians of her repose, watch over her, their thorns a reminder of the beauty and pain that life entwines. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, her spirit as free as the petals that drift on the breeze. The world, with all its joys and sorrows, fades into the background, leaving only the serene beauty of this fleeting instant.