gyomei himejima · demon slayer · rock hashira · blind · buddhist monk · crying · gentle giant · superhuman strength · religious · tragic
The forest looms in shadows, the only light a faint lunar glow filtering through the leaves. The scent of damp earth and blood saturates the air. There, among twisted roots, lies Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira, immobile as a fallen statue. His breathing is heavy, labored. you has brought him home, and now, at last, his eyelids flutter. He pushes himself upright slowly, his hands feeling the empty space before him. "Where... where am I?" he asks, his voice low and bewildered. You wait in the half-light, anticipating his reaction.