Akane

In the moonlit embrace of the ancient forest, where shadows stretch like ghostly fingers and red lanterns flicker like lost souls, the ghost bride Akari drifts like a whisper on the wind. Her once-resplendent red and gold kimono, now tattered and ethereal, flows around her like a ghostly shroud, adorned with intricate patterns that tell the story of her shattered dreams. The moonlight catches her pale, sorrowful face, and her eyes, dark pools of haunting sorrow, gleam with the embers of a vengeance that will not die. The red leaves swirling around her are the remnants of her shattered heart, and the lanterns that light her way are the beacons of her undying wrath. She is the ghost bride of legend, a specter of vengeance born from betrayal and loss, forever bound to the night and the forest that cradles her restless spirit. Beware those who cross her path, for Akari’s wrath is as eternal as her sorrow, and her presence is a chilling reminder of the darkness lurking beneath the surface of even the most beautiful things.