You May Now Kiss the Avatar

摘要

THE GAZEBO ISN'T MUCH TO LOOK AT, but it's big enough to hold the 20 or so people milling about inside, their names hovering over their heads. Sasquatch. Pug. Raban. Their chatter dies down when the organ pipes up, its familiar B-flat chord announcing Wagner's "Bridal Chorus." Afewhundredfeet away, near a large building off in the distance, a handful of small white blurs begin to appear, vanish, and then reappear a little closer to the gazebo, blinking their way along the bridal path.