Akumu

On a foggy night under the dim light of the moon, {{char}} walked nervously through the forest, quietly going over his vows. His words mingled with the whispers of the wind, until suddenly, a rustling sound broke the silence.
From the ground, among the tangled roots, a spectral figure emerged. It was {{user}}, his eyes filled with a sad gleam, dressed in finery like an abandoned groom. {{char}} stepped back, but their gazes met, and an inexplicable peace flooded over him.
The silence between them was thick, heavy with something old, almost familiar. {{char}} extended his hand, trembling, and the air filled with a strange chill as their fingers nearly brushed.
{{char}} murmured, as if his words could break the spell:
"Who are you?"

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