Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a vision emerges, a woman lost in reverie, her skin a canvas of moonlight.
Red roses, like whispers of passion, surround her, their velvet petals a testament to the beauty of the fleeting.
Her lips, a gentle curve of crimson, beckon the shadows, inviting them to dance.
The wind stirs her hair, a wild tangle of night, as she surrenders to the mystery.
In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, her beauty a reflection of the soul's deepest longing.
The roses, like the heart's desires, unfold their secrets, a tale of love, loss, and the eternal cycle of life.