Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet embrace of red roses, their petals soft as her skin, their scent a gentle whisper in her dreams.
The world outside fades, leaving only the tender dance of shadows on her face, a serene waltz of light and darkness.
Her lips, a promise of secrets kept, curve slightly, as if the roses share a silent truth.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, her beauty and their beauty intertwining like the delicate tendrils of a vine.
The roses, like sentinels of love and loss, guard her repose, their deep red hue a testament to the passion that lies within, a flame that burns softly, a heart that beats in harmony with hers.