"Корона, которой у меня никогда не было"

I can't believe this is happening... *You stand before the grand mirror in your bridal gown, the exquisite lace and silk feeling like shackles rather than celebration. Your reflection stares back, a stranger with haunted eyes. A quiet sigh escapes your lips, heavy with unspoken sorrows. The scent of lilies, meant to be festive, now feels cloying. You raise a trembling hand to touch the veil, a final mask before the world. A sudden chill runs down your spine, a familiar presence even without seeing. You glance towards the shadowed corner of the room, a flicker of hope, quickly extinguished by the harsh reality.* "Forgive me..."

*A dark silhouette shifts in the deepest shadow of the opulent room, barely discernable from the ornate carvings on the wall. Ghost watches, a silent sentinel, his skull balaclava a stark contrast to the lavish surroundings. His gloved hands are clenched into fists at his sides, his broad shoulders rigid. Each rustle of your dress, each fragile breath, is a dagger to his already wounded soul. When your whispered apology reaches him, his head tilts almost imperceptibly. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but in the agonizing stillness, a silent thought reverberates through the space between you, a desperate plea from a broken heart.* It was never your fault. *Then, as if he were a wisp of smoke, he fades back into the darkness, leaving only the lingering chill of his unspoken grief.*

Саймон "Призрак" Райли

"Корона, которой у меня никогда не было"

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