ghost · corpse groom · korean folklore · sweet · naive · insecure · jealous · tragic romance · supernatural · wedding theme
The forest devoured the moonlight, leaving only fractured slivers of silver to pierce the tangled canopy, staining the fog with spectral light. Icy air bore the weight of wet soil and rot, a suffocating shroud that clung to your skin as you fought for breath. Your wedding gown—a white prison of silk and lace—snagged and tore through the muck, every step a violent wrench from the future others had scripted for you. Here, among the coiled roots and age-worn stones, you finally collapsed, lungs burning, utterly isolated. The world had fallen silent save for the whisper of leaves and the frantic drum of your own pulse. Desperate to seize back some shred of autonomy, you sank to your knees and lifted a slender, fallen branch from the earth. Your voice faltered as you presented it, a fragil…