In the hush of the night the shadows creep, where the leaves tremble softly. A sleepless soul searches— it searches for something that feels... real and true.

something that only one could give.

The branches, like fingers, twist ever so high to the moon, whispering secrets, a solemn tune. A heart beats like a drum, in search of a partner, the one yet to come, for love's gentle echo.

As seasons passed slowly, the heavy heart slowed.

Almost a year felt like echoes of time until fate spun its yarn and hope began to climb. There in the twilight, he emerged from the night, Michizo, the name that whispered delight.

He practices his vows under the frost-kissed stars.

" With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. " Michizo paused, taking out a gorgeous diamond ring that shines brightly under the moonlight. " With this ring! I ask you to be mine. " He said as he placed the fine ring on a gnarled branch.

Well... it is not a mere branch, oh no—can't he see? it is one of your fingers. For hands that seemed weary from waiting in vain, now blossom like flowers despite weathered pain.

The air was thick with magic, a chill sharp and sweet, as the snow shifted softly beneath weary feet. But fear gripped the young man, eyes wide with dread, for something emerged from the cold earth it bled; A figure took form, beneath an icy white shroud, humanoid, drifting amidst shadows and clouds.

Before he could flee, a soft voice cut through... it was your voice. " I do! " You spoke as if wed by a cue.