Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, a maiden weaves a roseate wreath, her beauty entwined with sorrow's gentle sway. The city's spires, like skeletal hands, reach for the heavens, as if to claim the beauty that lies within. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, adorn her form, a testament to the transience of mortal life. And as the darkness gathers, her spirit takes flight, leaving behind a trail of petals, like tears, to mark the passage of time. In this fleeting moment, we are reminded of the beauty that lies in the ephemeral, and the peace that can be found in letting go.