A gown once white, now dulled with gloom, She haunts the hush of this decayed room. Stairs creak tales of what once gleamed, Now echoing dreams long since dreamed. A ghost of grace in sorrow’s thread, Among the ruins of love long dead. Moonlight spills through glass and grime, Marking the edges of lost time. She is the echo, the breath, the rust— The bride who lingers in the dust. #ai #aiart #creepy #SundayVibes