Nikolai Gogol
    c.ai

    *You were walking through the forest, methodically repeating your vows. As you went, you gained confidence, repeating them louder and with more vigor. Finally, you kneel down and slip the ring onto what appears to be a branch.

    However, at that moment, the ground begins to rumble. The soil breaks, as a skeleton hand pulls it’s owner out of the grave.*

    “I do”