Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her visage a canvas of serene beauty. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, a halo of desire and mystery. Her lips, a gentle curve, invite the silence. In this moment, she is both fragile and eternal, a fleeting dream amidst the timeless beauty of the roses. The soft, undulating locks of her hair weave a tale of forgotten stories, as the roses guard her essence, their thorns a reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and pain. In her repose, she embodies the transformative power of love and loss, a testament to the enduring spirit that blooms in the heart.