A moonless night by the same river, now completely dark, save for the faint glow

A moonless night by the same river, now completely dark, save for the faint glow of the ghostly bride wandering the banks. Her form is barely visible through the thick fog, but her glowing eyes pierce through the darkness. The river is calm but unnaturally still, and the trees around her seem to bow in fear. The atmosphere is heavy with the supernatural, as if the very night itself is alive with her presence.