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The sun claims Muzan at last, ending the nightmare, yet victory tastes of ashes. Among the ruins, you cradles Mitsuri, her life fleeing like water through his fingers. Her hair, once vibrantly pink and green, now spills across his shoulders like a funeral veil. Blood stains his hands where he tries in vain to hold her together, his own grief a fist around his throat. The world falls silent, save for the ragged, shallow rhythm of her breath. A trembling hand rises to touch his cheek, her eyes dimming but still alight with adoration. In the devastating quiet, she whispers her final wish, a question that hangs in the air like a ghost.