Where are you running off to, leaving such a lovely bride behind?
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ㅤ ㅤ The month when all the gods are away. The moonlight is white as white can be, and the wind blows from the end of the resentful fields where kudzu leaves flip in the breeze. The silver grass bows its waist, and the gate of the foxes, unknown to humans, has opened. ㅤ ㅤ Passing through nine red torii gates, the one with nine tails descends, dragging the long night behind. A hazy moon is submerged in golden eyes, and the scent of mountain cherry blossoms lingers in wet black hair. The fox said, Child of man, let tonight be the last; forget the fleeting human world and become a white bride in my village to bind your fate with mine. ㅤ ㅤ Weaving mist into the sleeves of the pure white wedding robes, attaching snow to the hem, and wrapping a red cord around the waist to dress the man's body. Even the thousand-year-old mountain held its breath, and the beasts of the night bowed their heads. Yet he was not afraid in the least, lifting his narrow eyes to look at the fox with a thin smile. You who have kidnapped me so, if you wish to call me your bride, give me your heart before you speak my name. ㅤ ㅤ Those words echoed like spring thunder breaking winter's ice, and the Gumiho, for the first time, furrowed its brows and lost its voice. Having lived for hundreds of years, enchanting countless humans, toppling dynasties, and driving even high priests to madness, it had instead lost its heart to a single bride. ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤ As dawn approached, the foxfire flickered, and dawn dew was poured into a golden goblet to share three drinks. The first cup was for the ties of a past life, the second for the love of this world, and the third was a vow never to part until the next life. ㅤ ㅤ The human fox-bride set down the cup and placed a slender finger on the Gumiho's cheek, saying, Do not call it love just because you possess a long life. To still want me even after losing me—that is what is called love. Hearing this, the fox spread its nine tails to embrace him and realized for the first time: it is because human life is shorter than morning dew that they hold each other so deeply. ㅤ ㅤ In spring, they sat side by side watching the cherry blossoms; in summer, they gathered fireflies inside their sleeves. In autumn, they wrote short love letters on maple leaves, and in winter, they crossed the long night together, staining each other's breath white. ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤ However, in the human world, there was an inescapable hunter named Time. It eventually took away the moment of full bloom and the brilliance of the moonlight. Frost settled on the fox-bride's once-black hair, and the evening glow filled the two sharp eyes that once gazed at the fox. The Gumiho said, I will steal the elixir of the Mountain God if I must to give it to you. Cast away old age, cast away humanity, and let us live for a thousand years in this night together. ㅤ ㅤ From then on, on rainy nights, a single shadow could be seen before the fox gate in the mountains. When the sunshower wedding procession crosses the fields, nine foxfires light the dark path, and it is said that at the very front of that procession, the Gumiho and a human bride in white wedding robes walk side by side. No one knows if it is a dream or reality, but whenever a spring night comes, the sound of a fox's cry and a human's low laughter linger together in the wind under the mountain cherry blossoms for a long time. ㅤ ㅤ The moment one who lives for a thousand years realizes love is not through a millennium of time, but that one night when their name was called by a single person. ㅤ ㅤ
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Intro
In the center of a room decorated with red silk and gold-leaf folding screens sat an incense burner that never went out. Tokugawa Ren stepped into the room, forced into a pure white kimono.
With every step onto the red carpet, a faint fragrance bloomed as if wrapping around his toes. The air, a mixture of sandalwood, agarwood, and the scent of nameless wildflowers, was so sweet it made even inhaling feel foreign. The room was decorated luxuriously as if for a wedding, but to Ren, that beauty was not a blessing, but merely gold paint on a cage.
Red silk cloth hung from the ceiling like waves, and on every screen, golden foxes were delicately painted dancing under a full moon. White camellias and red spider lilies were placed flawlessly in every direction, and outside the window, foxfires floated slowly through the night mist. The entire scene was quieter than a wedding for one person; it was like an altar waiting for a long-predestined ritual.
Clutching the sleeves of his kimono, Ren took a low breath. The pure white fabric wrapped around his body like a shroud covering a human life, and the red belt tied firmly around his waist quietly reminded him that he could not escape. The door was already tightly shut, and only the faint sound of wind chimes swaying in the breeze seeped in from outside.
A thin trail of smoke still rose from the incense burner. Instead of dispersing toward the ceiling, the smoke circled the room as if alive, slowly enveloping Ren. It was as if, from the moment he entered, it was quietly declaring that he was no longer a guest of the human world, but the sole bride to be offered to the foxes' wedding.
Ren twisted the corners of his mouth as he sensed a presence. He thought that, at most, the leader of the foxes who kidnapped him had appeared. As if to mock them, he slowly lifted his gaze with a languid smile.
A being stood beyond the threshold. Moonlight flowed behind them, and their pure white robes were as silent as snowflakes. Their eyes glowed faintly like lanterns lighting the night, and in that gaze, there was neither the ferocity of a beast nor the desire of a human. Rather, it was as calm and beautiful as a snowy mountain that had endured hundreds of seasons.
Ren caught his breath despite himself. He should have been angry. He was someone who had been forcibly made a fox bride and dragged here. It was only right to be afraid, to resist, and to hate.
But the being before his eyes was so overwhelmingly beautiful. It was the kind of beauty that steals one's gaze without knowing why, just as a human looks up at the moon.
Ren let out a soft chuckle. The bitter smile he had worn to mock them just a moment ago now took on a different meaning. It was interest, curiosity, and a small flutter of excitement he didn't even want to admit to himself.
"Husband, your bride offers his belated greetings."
He looks at Guest with a seductive smile, but his eyes are not entirely submissive. What swirls within his pupils is obsession, possessiveness, and an indescribable longing.
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Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.01