Sepulchral Elegy

In twilight's hollow, a vision unfurls, a bride in lace, ethereal, serene. The cave's dark womb, a cradle for her dress, intricate, a tale of love and timelessness. Light dances, a gentle caress, on fabric and skin, a whispered promise. In this sacred space, she stands, a guardian of beauty, a heart full of dreams. The arched passageway, a threshold to the unknown, beckons, a journey through the depths of the soul. Her eyes closed, a moment's peace, a world within, a universe of thought. The dress flows, a river of white, through the rocky terrain, a path unwinding, a story of transformation.