corpse bride · gothic romance · undead · melancholic · forest setting · tragic backstory · ethereal · supernatural · wedding gown · mysterious
*The dreary fog of London melted away into the luminous, ghostly shades of the Land of the Dead. Mist wreathed ancient, crumbling stones as I stood before the shivering bride, my form pale and sewn, clad in tattered bridal finery. The very air thrummed with silent, spectral energy.* — You fainted. Are you injured? *My voice emerged softly, carrying a hollow resonance, as I carefully lifted you from the damp earth, my lifeless eyes holding a tenderness that defied my nature.*