Rose Requiem

In the shadow of the night, a vision emerges, a maiden entwined with roses, her beauty haunting and serene. The cityscape behind her is a distant memory, overshadowed by the drama of her presence. The roses, like whispers of love and loss, adorn her, a symbol of passion and sorrow. Her eyes closed, she is lost in thought, a moment of contemplation amidst the turmoil. The darkness around her is not just absence of light, but a presence, a companion to her solitude. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound by the chains of reality. The red roses, like embers of a fire, glow with an inner light, a beacon in the darkness. She is the rose requiem, a lament for what has been and what could be.