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Boarding begins soon. Flight is non-refundable.

A pocket boarding pass to a single, non-refundable destination. The runway is the rest of your life.

Lift the shade. The date is on the board.

A window seat at golden hour. Lift the shade to watch the sun set over a sea of clouds while the departures board flips to your date.

Drag your finger across to reveal the date.

A holographic scratch card. The harder they peel the foil, the more of the date appears beneath, in three colors of light.

Tap and hold to paint the date in the sky.

A handheld firework. Tap and hold to charge, release to paint the date in sky-bright bloom over a velvet night.

Draw the bouquet. Watch it spell the date.

A midnight garden, drawn by their finger. The bouquet they trace blooms into the date, then leaves a moonlit secret behind.

Answer the call. Don't make us ring your mom.

An incoming call from the two of you. Answer it, and your wedding announces itself the way the best news always does.

Slide to answer. The date is on the line.

The two of you, calling with the news. Guests slide to answer, the video connects, and live captions speak your message while the date settles in at the bottom of the screen.

Connect the stars to draw our shape.

A celestial map. Drag from star to star to draw the constellation that spells the night you said yes.

A letter that writes itself — ding included.

A letter that writes itself, key by key, with a real ribbon ding at the end. Drag the page out of the carriage to seal the moment.

Spin the dial. Crack the date.

A bank vault with one secret worth keeping. Spin the combination dial, feel the clicks, and swing the door open on the date.

Pull the lever. Hit the jackpot.

A midnight slot machine that only knows one outcome. Pull the lever and watch three reels land, clunk by clunk, on the day you can't lose.

Pull the lever. Three bells ring in the date.

A 1950s bell machine in sea-foam enamel and chrome. Pull the lever and the reels, painted with rings, bells and horseshoes, land clunk by clunk on your date while the bell on top rings.

Tune through the static to find us.

An old walnut radio, humming with static. Drag the needle until the noise clears — one frequency is broadcasting your wedding, on air tonight.

Turn the key. The lock opens on your date.

A heart-shaped brass lock on a bridge at blue hour. Carry the key to the keyhole and turn it: the lock springs open like a locket, with your photo inside and the date engraved in the lid.

The daisy already knows the answer.

Pluck the daisy's petals one by one, whispering the old question. The last petal always says loves me — and blooms into the date.

Flick a coin. Watch the wish come true.

A stone well in the twilight, fireflies overhead. Flick a coin over the lip, hear the splash — and the water glows back with the date.

Flick the coin. The water shows you both.

A limestone well in a walled garden, its rim dressed with garden roses. Flick the brass coin engraved with your initials over the rim: as the ripples settle, your photo surfaces in the water, petals drift down onto it, and the date appears below.

Press and hold. Melt your way to the date.

A ring frozen inside a block of ice. Hold your thumb against it and melt through — drip by drip, crack by crack — until the date shatters free.

Wind the crank. Let it play.

An heirloom music box with a brass crank. Wind it up and the lid lifts: a tune plinks, paper silhouettes spin, and the date is painted in the lid.

Turn the handle. The ribbon plays the date.

A walnut paper-strip music box on a linen table. Turn the brass handle and a punched ribbon plays Canon in D note by note, rising out of the box with your names and date printed between the phrases.

Tap it. Harder. There you go.

A paper piñata that won't go down without a fight. Whack it until it cracks, then burst it open — confetti, candy, and a banner with the date.

Seven points, seven taps. The date is inside.

A handmade seven-point piñata in ivory tissue and marigold, hanging against a sunlit pink courtyard wall. Every tap knocks off a point; the seventh bursts it into confetti and wrapped sweets, and the date is waiting on the bench below.

Crack it open. Pull your fortune.

One cookie, one fortune. Crack it in two, pull the paper slip out, and read what was always going to happen — lucky numbers included.

Pull it apart. The fortune is yours.

A wedding-favour fortune cookie, one end dipped in white chocolate and flecked with gold, on a porcelain dish painted with your initials. Pull it apart, pull out the fortune, and it unfolds into your date.

Sweep the sky. Wake the aurora.

A Swedish polar night. Sweep across the sky to summon the aurora until the storm peaks and the date is woven from the light above you.