ELIZA POV
I'd never dreamed of marriage, so that is why it passed like a nap before my eyes, but I was oblivious to what happened through it. I can't know by sight what my dress and the ceremony looked like, nor can tell by memory anything recited as vows.
Although I must admit, there was a time I once thought about marriage, when I met Zyon. It was those trains of thought through the night while I was with him in bed. I couldn't get off my head about a garden with lots of flowers, then I thought about centerpieces, dark red as our color, because not only does it represent our longing for each other, it embodies our vigor, and I thought about what he would look like in a suit when he holds my hand, only then marriage sounded colorful and blissed out.
That was the kind of hallucinatio
