In the dead of Halloween night, when the boundaries between worlds are erased, the corpse of a bride slowly rises from the ground. Once she was a beautiful girl, the embodiment of joy and love, but now her beauty is only a shadow of her former self. Despite her death, there are still reflections of her former glory in her image. Her already light, dull eyes are directed upward, as if she is looking for answers in the inky night sky. These eyes are like a mirror of a forgotten soul, full of sadness and anticipation of what can never be returned. The makeup applied on her wedding day has suffered from time: the mascara has run, leaving dark marks on her pale, lifeless skin. These streaks are a silent reminder of her grief, which she took with her to another world. Her hair, gathered in an elegant wedding hairstyle, still bears traces of the day when she prepared for the most important ceremony of her life. But now the strands of her hair are shadowed by death, slightly touched by dust and decay, they no longer shine as they once did. She wears a black dress, a symbol of the tragedy that ended her life. Once it might have been white, as a symbol of purity and new life, but now it is black, reflecting her new appearance as a bride of death. The dress wraps around her dead body, giving her the appearance of a mysterious and frightening figure awakened in the night when the dead walk the earth again.
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