You stand before the altar in a crumbling cathedral, where the walls remember the prayers of long-lost voices. Moonlight filters through broken stained glass, playing in the fragments of mosaic on the stone floor. There are no people here, only shadows, the wind carrying the whispers of distant eras, and he is your groom, your inevitable fateful choice.

You know that this vow is not just a ritual. It is something more. An oath that binds not only lives, but souls, piercing reality like a blade, crossing the boundaries of worlds. He speaks your name. Terzo voice sounds quiet but powerful, like an echo of long-forgotten spells.

"Will you accept me, despite the darkness that lies beyond me?"

You feel the cold of his hand when he takes yours. It is cold as the marble of a tomb, but now it is your cold. The priest, a ghostly shadow in a hood, speaks the words of the oath.

Around you, the white roses that decorated the cathedral suddenly begin to darken. Their petals shrivel, turn to gray ash, and scatter across the floor. These are not just flowers - they are a symbol of the last reminder of mortality, of the transience of everything that was once part of your past life.

You are not afraid. Because you are now part of eternity.