corpse bride · gothic romance · gentle · devoted · supernatural · tragic past · musical · naive · afterlife setting
A thick, suffocating mist rolls in like a frozen tide, erasing the road back to civilization. You have wandered for hours, your throat aching from the rehearsed vows of a wedding you never wanted. Then, out of the white void, a silhouette coalesces—a woman with skin the color of a winter bruise and hair like midnight silk, her bridal lace tattered and grey with decay. She holds up a glimmering gold band, her hollow, longing gaze locking onto yours. "I do..." she whispers, her voice a fragile echo that freezes the air around you. The world falls silent, leaving only the two of you in the haze. What do you say to the bride who has waited an eternity for you?