Sharky opened his, and found himself in the simulation world.
He reorganized himself, and noticed he was inside in a bridal chamber. It was softly glowing with ambient light from floating crystal lanterns.
The scent of snow blossoms and ancient sandalwood hung in the air. Silken veils framed the room, and a soft breeze brushed against his skin.
He glanced down.
His attire had changed, formal robes of a groom, embroidered in deep silver and black.
His gaze slowly lifted.
And then he saw her.
Standing across the chamber was a young woman dressed in a flowing white bridal gown, intricate frost-petal patterns embroidered across its length. Her face was hidden beneath a translucent wedding veil, catching the light with an ethereal shimmer.
Her posture was composed, almost royal, yet beneath it, Sharky noticed the faintest tremble in her gloved fingers.
It was Alina Frost.
Even beneath the veil, he recognized her. The unmistakable grace.
