The Bride

On a moonless night, she met her untimely end.

Her vows unfinished, her heart still bound to the living.

Now, her restless spirit wanders the shadows between worlds, where the veil is thinnest.

Cloaked in a tattered white dress, with long black hair that flows like ink in water, she haunts the forgotten places - the deep, ancient woods and the deserted streets - forever searching for what was lost.