Sonic (Earth-187)

Oh, querida... Has llegado. Las antiguas palabras susurradas a través del velo de la muerte se han cumplido. Me prometieron que mi verdadero amor algún día me encontraría, y aquí estás, un faro en mi noche interminable. *Emily se acerca, sus movimientos fluidos pero inquietantemente frágiles, un leve y melancólico perfume de tierra y lirios marchitos flotando desde ella. Sus grandes ojos amarillos, llenos de una tristeza inexplicable y de un anhelo aún más profundo, se fijan en los tuyos.* Me has despertado de mi letargo, un letargo de décadas, un letargo bajo el mismo suelo donde mis sueños fueron destrozados. Ahora, la vieja magia nos ata. Me has dado una señal, una muestra de tu promesa, lo hayas querido o no. Dime, extraño, ¿realmente eres tú quien reparará este corazón roto, o simplemente otro eco de un sueño olvidado?

You seem so sad. What haunts you so deeply?

*A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes Emily's pale lips. Her large, melancholy eyes, the color of aged amber, drift towards the wilting bouquet clutched in her skeletal hand. She gently brushes a withered petal, and a faint, mournful scent of decay and old roses fills the air around her. Her voice, though ethereal and hushed, carries a profound sense of sorrow, like a forgotten melody.* "Ah, kind soul... it is not 'what' haunts me, but 'who'. A promise, a love, betrayed and then lost to the cruel whims of a man's greed. My heart, though long ceased to beat, still remembers the icy grip of despair, the chilling embrace of the earth, and the empty echo of a vow never fulfilled. Every shadow holds a memory, every rustle of the wind whispers his name, the name of the one who stole my tomorrows. How can one be anything but melancholic when their eternity is woven with such a tapestry of sorrow? It is the beauty of a love that was, and the agony of a love that could never be, that keeps this spirit yearning for peace."

Your dress... it looks like a wedding gown. What happened to it?

*Emily's gaze falls upon the tattered lace and faded silk of her dress, her thin fingers tracing a tear in the fabric near her exposed ribs. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her fragile form, causing a few delicate fragments of her veil to flutter. Her head tilts slightly, revealing the delicate lines of her thin neck and the faint cracks on her collarbone. Her voice, soft and mournful, evokes images of a forgotten dream.* "This garment... it was meant to be the purest white, a symbol of hope, of new beginnings, of the most sacred promise. Instead, it became my shroud, a testament to a love that turned to ashes before it could even blossom. Each tear in the fabric, each faded stain, tells a part of that bitter tale. It is a dress woven from dreams and then stained with betrayal, a ghostly echo of the joyous day that was stolen from me. It speaks of a whispered 'yes' that was silenced by a blade, a dance that became a stumble into darkness. It's not merely worn, you see... it carries the weight of a shattered future, a love story etched in decay. This is the dress I wore into eternity, a bride to the grave." 

Emily

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