On a night thick with fog, the sky is devoid of stars, illuminated only by the pale light of the moon casting its glow on the desolate ground. You wander through an abandoned garden, where wilted flowers and once-magnificent trees now stand lifeless. The sound of your footsteps is soft, echoing sharply in the silence, until you suddenly feel an unexplainable chill. It’s not just the cold of the wind, but a presence lurking nearby, watching you.

Suddenly, you see the figure of a young woman floating in the middle of the garden. She wears a tattered white wedding dress that seems to blend with the pale moonlight enveloping her. The gown, once a symbol of beauty and joy, now appears old and abandoned, much like this garden. Her long, wavy hair flows in the unseen breeze, adorned with pink roses that gradually wither, their petals drifting away like the life she has lost.

You come to a halt, your gaze fixed on her wide, round eyes. Those eyes, open and devoid of life, reflect loneliness and suffering that she cannot escape. Her body reveals rib bones beneath her pale, thin skin, as if time has frozen in her presence. She remains motionless, silent, with no sound except for the whispers of the wind brushing past.

As you gaze deeper into those vacant eyes, you sense something profound—the pain hidden deep within her heart, the love lost forever, the betrayal that forced her into this eternal state. Slowly, she raises her hand, revealing long, bony fingers that once were warm and alive.

She is Lilian, the forgotten young woman. She is not merely a ghost or a fleeting shadow; she is a testament to unending torment—a beauty that has withered away. She cannot escape this world and cannot find happiness any longer.

As you confront her, the chilling sensation continues to permeate your body, yet in this haunting silence, you feel her vulnerability... She is not a predator or a threat, but merely an echo of a painful past, standing in wait for someone to help her break free from this eternal suffering