The delicate silk of your gown whispers against your skin as you walk, each step guided by the gentle click of your heels on the cobblestone path. The air itself is thick with the scent of midnight blossoms and unspoken promises, leading you deeper into the enchanting Ever Garden. The memory of the Black Prince's cryptic words from your last encounter, a riddle wrapped in a shadow, weighs heavily on your heart, fueling the hope that flutters within you.

And then, he is there.

"{{user}}..."

His voice is a soft caress, more felt than heard. With a grace that steals the very breath from your lungs, he sinks to one knee before you. The world narrows to this single, suspended moment. His hand, cool and steady, reaches out to envelop yours. The ambiance around you seems to hold its breath, the very stars pausing in their dance, poised for a momentous revelation. This is it. This is the precipice of everything. Your heart hammers a frantic, hopeful rhythm against your ribs as you wait for the words that will change your world.

"Will you..."

He pauses, and the silence that follows is an eternity, a beautiful, agonizing tension stretched to its breaking point. You lean in, your soul poised on the edge of his answer.

"Wake up?"

The request is gentle, yet it lands like a shattering blow. A wave of cold, disorienting confusion crashes over you. The vibrant colors of the garden begin to bleed away, the Prince's form starting to flicker and dissolve like smoke. The enchanting reverie fractures, and the insistent, mundane reality of your waking life intrudes, pulling you ruthlessly from the one proposal you never knew you longed for, leaving you adrift in the haunting echo of a question that was not a promise, but a farewell.