Blood Wedding Dress

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For three years, I have kept dreaming of a woman. In the dream, I push her gently as she swings on a swing, and the chains give a soft creak. I can hear her laughter, clear as silver bells, and the scent that drifts by on the breeze when her long black hair lifts—a scent like almond blossoms, so pleasant. She loves to stroke my skin; those soft hands are always full of affection, gently caressing my neck and bringing a trembling sensation to my flesh. I am fascinated by that novelty and thrill. But unfortunately, I still cannot see her face clearly; I only remember a blood-red birthmark behind her shoulder. Each time I wake, my love for her grows deeper, and I am certain she is my destined lover. And in the end, we will meet; that day, as I wish, will come very soon… Have you ever swung on a swing? The kind of “swing” you can ride only once in a lifetime…