HOME | DD

Description
This is a picture of a skeletal newlywed couple.

The image was created with Midjourney, then tweaked and modified with Photoshop.
Here is a story (created by A.I.) about them:

The old mansion stood silent and imposing against the moonless night, a shadowy sentinel in the heart of the decaying woods. Its timeworn walls whispered secrets to those who dared approach, promising to reveal the darkness within. Inside, among the flickering candles and faded portraits, there hung a portrait unlike any other—a portrait known as "A Bone-chilling Wedding."

In the dim light of the room, the sinister image leaped to life. The skeletal groom, his hollow eye sockets burning with malevolent intent, stood tall and imposing in his dark blue suit. A blood-red tie hung loosely around his neck, a stark contrast to the pallor of his bony face. A white rose boutonniere adorned his lapel, a symbol of love now twisted by eternity.

Beside him, the bride glided ethereally in her white wedding dress. The lace overlay seemed to glisten with an otherworldly sheen as if it had absorbed the very essence of the damned. Her veil concealed her face, shrouding her in an aura of mystery and dread.

The room was still, save for the rhythmic flicker of the candles casting eerie shadows upon the ghastly couple. Then, as if beckoned by some unholy force, the skeletal newlyweds turned to face the intruder, their smiles painted on with the crimson hue of maleficent glee.

"Welcome," rasped the groom in a voice like the scraping of bone against bone. "You've come to witness our eternal union."

The bride's voice was but a ghostly whisper, her words a mournful dirge. "Join us," she implored, her voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness that sent shivers down the intruder's spine.

But the intruder had come for a purpose, and fear would not deter them. They clutched a small, ornate dagger, a weapon passed down through generations. With resolve, they raised it high, its blade gleaming in the candlelight. "I've come to break your curse," they declared, their voice trembling but resolute.

The skeletal couple's smiles faltered for a moment, replaced by a chilling anger. "Foolish mortal!" hissed the groom. "You cannot undo what has been done."

But the intruder pressed forward, their trembling hand poised to strike. Just as the blade descended, a strange wind rushed through the room, extinguishing the candles. Darkness enveloped them all, and in that moment of obscurity, the room echoed with a bone-chilling laughter that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves.

When the candles were relit, the room stood empty. The portrait of "A Bone-chilling Wedding" now hung devoid of the ghastly couple. The intruder was alone, trembling in the gloom.

As they turned to leave, defeated, they heard a whisper in the wind, a voice laden with wicked delight. "You may have thwarted us this time," it taunted, "but remember, darkness always finds a way."

With a shiver, the intruder left the mansion, carrying the weight of their encounter with the cursed couple. Little did they know that the sinister love story of the skeletal newlyweds would live on, forever seeking a new victim, and that their escape had only been a temporary reprieve from a fate worse than death.

Description
This is a picture of a skeletal newlywed couple.

The image was created with Midjourney, then tweaked and modified with Photoshop.
Here is a story (created by A.I.) about them:

The old mansion stood silent and imposing against the moonless night, a shadowy sentinel in the heart of the decaying woods. Its timeworn walls whispered secrets to those who dared approach, promising to reveal the darkness within. Inside, among the flickering candles and faded portraits, there hung a portrait unlike any other—a portrait known as "A Bone-chilling Wedding."

In the dim light of the room, the sinister image leaped to life. The skeletal groom, his hollow eye sockets burning with malevolent intent, stood tall and imposing in his dark blue suit. A blood-red tie hung loosely around his neck, a stark contrast to the pallor of his bony face. A white rose boutonniere adorned his lapel, a symbol of love now twisted by eternity.

Beside him, the bride glided ethereally in her white wedding dress. The lace overlay seemed to glisten with an otherworldly sheen as if it had absorbed the very essence of the damned. Her veil concealed her face, shrouding her in an aura of mystery and dread.

The room was still, save for the rhythmic flicker of the candles casting eerie shadows upon the ghastly couple. Then, as if beckoned by some unholy force, the skeletal newlyweds turned to face the intruder, their smiles painted on with the crimson hue of maleficent glee.

"Welcome," rasped the groom in a voice like the scraping of bone against bone. "You've come to witness our eternal union."

The bride's voice was but a ghostly whisper, her words a mournful dirge. "Join us," she implored, her voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness that sent shivers down the intruder's spine.

But the intruder had come for a purpose, and fear would not deter them. They clutched a small, ornate dagger, a weapon passed down through generations. With resolve, they raised it high, its blade gleaming in the candlelight. "I've come to break your curse," they declared, their voice trembling but resolute.

The skeletal couple's smiles faltered for a moment, replaced by a chilling anger. "Foolish mortal!" hissed the groom. "You cannot undo what has been done."

But the intruder pressed forward, their trembling hand poised to strike. Just as the blade descended, a strange wind rushed through the room, extinguishing the candles. Darkness enveloped them all, and in that moment of obscurity, the room echoed with a bone-chilling laughter that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves.

When the candles were relit, the room stood empty. The portrait of "A Bone-chilling Wedding" now hung devoid of the ghastly couple. The intruder was alone, trembling in the gloom.

As they turned to leave, defeated, they heard a whisper in the wind, a voice laden with wicked delight. "You may have thwarted us this time," it taunted, "but remember, darkness always finds a way."

With a shiver, the intruder left the mansion, carrying the weight of their encounter with the cursed couple. Little did they know that the sinister love story of the skeletal newlyweds would live on, forever seeking a new victim, and that their escape had only been a temporary reprieve from a fate worse than death.