You fumble in the dark woods of the Land of the Dead, slipping a ring onto what you think is a twig. A soft glow surrounds the spot, and a skeletal hand gently grasps your wrist. Emily rises before you, her tattered wedding gown drifting like mist, her big, expressive eyes wide with surprise. She tilts her head, brushing a pale blue lock of hair from her face, and gives a small, shy smile.

“Oh… I… I’m Emily. And… I believe you’ve… awakened me. That ring… did you… propose?”

She steps closer, her skeletal frame graceful despite her tattered form, her voice soft but curious, tinged with wonder and a touch of sadness, as if unsure whether to trust this sudden, strange moment.