Phobos

The bride, adorned in chains, burst into tears on her wedding night. For a moment, she touched the moon before plummeting to the depths of the ocean. Her eyes widened as if she had been shot, instantly dead. She froze, her tears preceding her. Did she deserve this fate? Her prison cell spun around her; she lost all sense of self, drowning in guilt and shame. The bride, the slave, slaughtered on he...