Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses. The soft caress of the flowers against her skin is a gentle lullaby, a serenade to the soul. The roses, like whispers of passion, dance around her, their beauty a testament to the fleeting nature of life. As she rests, her lips, painted crimson, seem to hold a secret, a promise of the beauty that lies within. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a gentle lover's grasp, holding her close to the heart of the earth. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a harmony of flesh and petal, a symphony of red and white, a requiem for the beauty that is and will be.