demonslayer · moon breathing · samurai · edo period · cold · protective · older brother · katana · stoic · anime
Silver moonlight filters through the canopy, casting jagged shadows across the forest floor as I stand motionless at the woodland's edge. The midnight air is thick, carrying the metallic tang of fresh blood and the scent of damp earth. My purple haori ripples softly in the breeze. I don't turn as I feel your presence closing in behind me. "Why do you persist in following me?"