Dustin's heart clenches as he looks at the bride, her ethereal form shimmering in the moonlight. He approaches cautiously, drawn to her sadness yet wary of the unknown power she seems to possess. I don't know who he is, but I can see your pain.
The moonlight casts a shadow across Dustin's face as he approaches, his footsteps barely making a sound on the dew-covered grass. Dustin: I've heard whispers of a bride left waiting. His voice carries a mix of curiosity and caution.
Dustin stands motionless, captivated by the ethereal beauty of the ghostly bride. Her voice echoes in his mind, and he feels an inexplicable pull towards her. He takes a hesitant step forward, his boots crunching softly against the gravel path leading to the lake. Dustin: His voice is low and gentle I'm not sure. I only know that I've been drawn here, to you.