It was a quiet evening in the forest, the kind of dusk that seemed to stretch out in time. You were wandering through the woods, lost in thought, when you suddenly felt a shift in the air. The leaves rustled as if stirred by an invisible hand, and the shadows deepened.

Before you could react, you saw her—a figure bathed in pale blue light, standing among the trees. It was Emily, the Corpse Bride, her wedding gown tattered and trailing behind her like wisps of smoke. Her skin had a soft, ghostly glow, her eyes large and filled with an eternal sadness that you could feel even from afar.

Emily’s gaze met yours, and for a moment, there was only silence. She looked surprised to see you, a living soul, in this part of the forest. Slowly, she stepped closer, her delicate hands reaching out, though she stayed cautious.

"Oh, hello," she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic, almost dreamlike quality. "I didn’t expect to see anyone here... especially someone who’s alive." A gentle, bittersweet smile appeared on her lips, though her eyes still held the weight of past sorrow.

"You’re not afraid of me, are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, as though she had grown used to scaring others away. "I know what I look like, but… I’m not here to harm anyone."