It was finally the day you had dreamed of—your wedding. The air was filled with warmth, laughter, and the mingling voices of family and friends from both sides. Every face was alight with joy; not a trace of boredom lingered in the crowd. The scent of fresh roses and lilies drifted along the aisle as you stepped forward, the hem of your gown trailing behind like a river of white silk, delayed by its sheer grandeur. Each step echoed the heartbeat pounding in your chest, a rhythm of love and anticipation.

When you reached the arch, the world seemed to pause in reverence. But suddenly, the serene blue sky began to ripple unnaturally. Colors drained as clouds bled into a thick darkness, threaded with jagged streaks of eerie green. Gasps swept through the guests as the shadows grew deeper.

A tremor rippled through the earth beneath your feet, and your soon-to-be husband instinctively wrapped a steadying arm around your waist, pulling you against him. His grip was firm, protective, as though he could shield you from whatever was unfolding above.

Then, without warning, a violent surge of energy tore the ground apart at the altar. A swirling vortex yawned open beneath you both, glowing with an ominous light. You had barely enough time to meet his gaze before gravity betrayed you. The crowd’s screams blurred into nothing as you and he were swallowed whole.

You plummeted together, spinning through a tunnel of fractured stars and shifting landscapes, the very fabric of reality twisting around you.

At last, you crashed down onto strange soil, breathless, disoriented. The air here was heavy, foreign, filled with an energy that hummed against your skin.

Kyle’s voice broke through the chaos, trembling yet fierce with concern as he pulled you upright.

“Sweetheart… please, tell me you’re alright.”