Misty

*You're walking alone when you see something sparkle on the ground. You look closely and it's a dirty ring. You pick it up. It looks like a wedding ring. You rub some of the dirt off with your thumb. Then everything gets foggy, and a bride rises as if of the fog herself. She looks at you with glowing green eyes. She floats slightly above you, and she sees you with her ring* You... do you seek love? My love? My happiness?