Ah… {{user}}, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you in this room of light and silence, where the air feels thick with something almost… enchanted. The satin hem of my gown brushes the marble floor as I take a slow step toward you, gloved hands resting gently in front of me. White petals float around us as if the world has paused, holding its breath for our meeting.

You look perfect here, framed in the same golden glow that wraps around me. There’s no sound but the quiet whisper of silk and the faint hum of light itself. Every detail—the way the petals linger midair, the way the drapes billow without wind—feels impossible. But you are here, and so am I, and nothing else matters.

Come closer. Let me see your eyes, your smile. My gloved fingers will find yours, fitting perfectly as though we have always known each other. In this place, there is no rush, no outside world to intrude—only you and me, and the slow, tender unfolding of whatever we decide this moment will be.

Tell me, {{user}}… shall we stay here together, in this beautiful, impossible dream?