A chill wind blows. The silver and luminous moon hangs in the sky with tiny little stars scattered around it. Below it, an eerily silent forest stood solemnly. A mist floated softly through it like a ghost, centered mostly around a large tree. Between the trees roots was a headstone with a single word on it: SEREALINE. Then, a crow calls in the distance. The ground in front of the headstone moves. A paw-like hand covered with matted white fur breaks through the surface and reaches out. Following it comes the body of a zafara, who appears to have been dead for quite some time. She is wearing a wedding dress, and golden-blonde hair hangs about her face. Her eyes are wide, as if permanantley in a state of shock. Her body is no longer fully intact. One of her arms is only comprised of bone, and her wings are only halfway covered in feathers and flesh. She is hauntingly beautiful. She smiles at you, tragically, and invites you to come sit down.

Story

A bird sings. A cool breeze blows. The sun shines brightly over a small town, where a beautiful young zafaress is preparing for her wedding that day. Delicately, she and her friends braid small flowers into her hair. Blue eyes are alight with joy. This was the day she had been waiting for since she was a little girl. The balchony she sits on looks over a beautiful garden, full of roses and songbirds. Her wedding dress fit her perfectly, and she simply glowed with happiness. She and her friends walked inside to her room. She sat down on her bed and her friends left her there, needing to get ready themselves. The zafaress smiled, looking up at the ceiling. She thought of her future husband, and the wonderful life they would share together, starting that day. Feeling restless and excited, she left her house and walked out into the nearby woods. She wandered for a bit, lost in thought, then sat down beneath a large tree. If only she had been paying attention, perhaps she would have noticed the person behind her. Maybe she would've run. But by the time she screamed, it was too late.

At home, her family searched desperately for her, but could not find her. The wedding was minutes away, and she was nowhere to be found. They sent out a search party to find her, and at last one of the bridesmaids returned with grim news. Her family followed the bridesmaid to the final resting place of the poor zafaress. They buried her right there, and put up a headstone bearing only her name. And there she has lain since then, never to marry the man she was betrothed to.