In every church, thereβs a moment when the sun spills through the stained glass just right.
Not by accident⦠but like the light is choosing someone.
Ichika stands thereβhalf-turned, soft smile, veil catching that golden glow.
Itβs not just a wedding. Itβs a moment that feels like a memory you never had but always wanted.
You donβt need her to say anything.
Her smile says, βI waited for you.β
This art isnβt just about dresses or lighting.
Itβs about that lookβthe one that melts time and makes you believe in forever again.