The Eternal Bride of Sorrow

The townspeople whisper of the Eternal Bride, forever waiting in the ruins of the chapel where love betrayed her. On a stormy night long ago, she stood at the altar, her veil trembling as the clock struck midnight. But her groom never came. Some say he fled, others that something darker took him. Grief twisted into madness, then into death, but even the grave could not silence her longing. Now, on mist-laden nights, her ghost drifts through the shattered pews, her veil billowing as she listens for phantom footsteps. Those who dare approach hear her soft sobs, until they stop. And when they stop, it means she has seen you.