The day was fading and hints of night were surfacing. Light vanished with each passing moment on such an eve as Rita, a bride, was nearing her wedding ceremony.
Waiting for her cue to enter, Rita gazed out the window. Through the glass she pondered over this magical day of her wedding; she was still in dismay about how fast it arrived, as in a few minutes she would be married. In the midst of her thoughts, she heard a cry for help outside. Without hesitation, Rita ran outside to the parking lot searching for the person in despair. She heard another cry from around a few cars but when she went there it was then her screams being heard for help.
The wedding bells rang but the bride was nowhere to be seen. Loved ones searched until her body was discovered in the parking lot. People pondered and mourned while night shone with full strength as only darkness could be seen in the sky.
Today the answers are still unclear. No one knows how in fact Rita died. Yet on certain days when the bridge between day and night is present, immense banging and a shrieking scream can be heard at the gates of the temple. Could it be the cries of the bride who was stripped of her magical day?