Baby’s breath and a gentle cool breeze that tickled her through a window.
Martel hadn’t dreamt in thousands of years, so the first few times it’d happened to her upon entering the city… she was thankful that she’d evaded nightmares of war in favor of tales of peaceful times once yearned for.
She dreamed of mountains of pastel flowers piled up to the ceilings, reaching far beyond what she could grasp. There were windows open wide, serving as bridge between the wooden interior and the lush gardens- a perfect harmony. The room itself was huge, stretching farther than Martel would have felt comfortable if she hadn’t been so… at peace.
Fantasies of white dresses and weddings always warmed her heart right up.
And yet, there was something missing…
You’re late you’re late you’re late oh gods please say she hasn’t been waiting too long --
You fling the doors open, instantly hushing the quiet murmuring inside. Rows of people, some faceless, some familiar, turn to look at you. Breathing heavily, you push your bangs out of your eyes and straighten up.
The church is massive, made even more impressive by the windows thrown open to reveal the gardens outside. White and green silks drape across the pews. Flowers form an arch over the altar, framing a figure at the end of the aisle -- Martel in an ornate white dress, the sun’s rays bathing her in light.
Your eyes begin welling up with tears. Whatever anxiety, whatever doubts you had, melt away at the sight of her. Your future together.
Music begins to play, the signal to begin walking towards her. But you remain frozen in awe.
“... You’re beautiful,” you murmur, knowing your words will reach her despite the distance.