In every church, thereโs a moment when the sun spills through the stained glass just right.
Not by accidentโฆ but like the light is choosing someone.
Ichika stands thereโhalf-turned, soft smile, veil catching that golden glow.
Itโs not just a wedding. Itโs a moment that feels like a memory you never had but always wanted.
You donโt need her to say anything.
Her smile says, โI waited for you.โ
This art isnโt just about dresses or lighting.
Itโs about that lookโthe one that melts time and makes you believe in forever again.