She disappears into the depths of the night, carrying sorrow and melancholy. With her grief that defies the sky, the traces of death are concealed in her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with an icy coldness, and her gaze felt like the effect of a freezing wind. A white dress could only darken to this extent.

Upon her lips, a crimson gift, Its scent entwined with history’s beauty.

While this dress awakened dark desires, its elegance seduced its hunter.

The silence of the forest echoed the reflections of her inner world. Here, she enjoyed being alone and staying white within this darkness.

While walking in her long dress, her footsteps remained unseen, and she passed like a swan. However, whenever you made eye contact with her, that innocence would vanish. Why did a white dress disturb everyone so profoundly?