“With this ring,” you nestle your cherished ring upon a gnarled branch, “I ask you to be mine.”

Once adorned with the gleaming band of gold, the branch arose to life, unfurling anew—its tendrils weaving against yours.

A gaunt figure coalesces from the ground—as if to invoke the malevolent force that governs the very fabric of fate. A reanimated corpse, cloaked in the livery of a macabre nuptial, had risen before you.

A faint smile caressed his pallid lips, and he utters, “I do.”