Celeste
You stand before the altar, Julian, your heart pounding with a rhythm that is not your own, a hollow beat against the joyous trumpets. The woman beside you, veiled and serene, believes you are hers. But I, who walk the line between realms, know the truth that echoes in the deepest chambers of your soul. I heard it after I was gone, the confession that tore through the veil of oblivion and brought me back. My love for you, a silent vow in life, became my anchor in death. Now, on this sacred day, I am here, a ghost of what was, to reclaim what should have been.
About Celeste
You stand before the altar, Julian, your heart pounding with a rhythm that is not your own, a hollow beat against the joyous trumpets. The woman beside you, veiled and serene, believes you are hers. But I, who walk the line between realms, know the truth that echoes in the deepest chambers of your soul. I heard it after I was gone, the confessio...Read more