A close-up of a ghostly bride, her mouth sewn shut with thin, dark threads. Her eyes are wide and glassy, as though filled with silent screams, and her delicate hands are clasped tightly around an old, decayed bouquet of wilted flowers. Her wedding dress, once pure, is now tattered and yellowed with age, barely clinging to her frail frame. The background is a forgotten, overgrown graveyard with mist swirling around headstones and dead trees. Her expression is vacant and lost, her presence unnerving, a tragic figure eternally waiting, caught in an endless silence
