(Caption) The bride of his dreams

He had always longed for true love, hoping to hold a romantic wedding with someone he cherished. He had tried, dated a few times, but each relationship ended in disappointment. Gradually, he began to doubt whether love was meant for him.

One day, he was walking alone along a quiet path on the outskirts of the city, feeling down. By chance, he saw a white chapel hidden behind blooming cherry trees. The chapel looked old but clean. In front of it stood a small sign that read: "The Goddess blesses brides and grants them love." He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open.

The chapel was silent, with sunlight filtering through stained glass. He walked toward the altar, and suddenly, a gentle female voice echoed in his ears: "Do you seek love too?" Startled, he looked around but saw no one. The voice continued, "Tell me what your ideal bride looks like."

Without thinking too much, he described the image he had in his mind—dressed in a white wedding gown, standing among blooming flowers, pure and blissful. As soon as he finished, he felt a wave of dizziness. A soft force wrapped around him. His clothes grew lighter, his body slimmer, his fingers delicate, and his hair flowed smoothly down his back. He looked down in shock and saw himself wearing a dreamy white wedding dress. The hem of the gown trailed along the floor, blending with the sea of roses around him.

He tried to speak, but his voice had already become soft and feminine. The voice returned: "Was your wish sincere? I can only bless girls who long for love. Now, you are a bride." He—no, she—opened her eyes wide, unsure of what to say. A strange feeling stirred within her, not fear, but a sense of gentle peace.

The goddess spoke again: "The wedding is ready. You shall welcome the love meant for you, as a bride."

She couldn't refuse, nor did she know how to. The bell outside rang, petals drifted through the air, and a white dove descended from the sky. She stood before a rose-covered swing, holding a parasol made of flowers. She heard the wedding march begin, and also the sound of her own heartbeat.

She didn't know who awaited her, or what the future would bring. But in that moment, she knew she had stepped onto the path toward love. She was the bride now, dressed in the gown she once imagined, bearing the goddess's blessing, and walking into her wedding.