Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, their velvet petals a gentle caress against her skin. The red lips, a beacon of passion, whisper secrets to the shadows. Her face, a canvas of serenity, reflects the beauty of the stillness. The roses, like guardians of her dreams, surround her, their thorns a reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and pain. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, her spirit entwined with their essence. The darkness that surrounds her is not absence, but presence, a reminder that even in the shadows, there is beauty to be found. Her beauty is not just skin deep, but a reflection of the depth of her soul.