Disclaimer:
I do not own nor claim all the rights to 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba | Demon Slayer; all rights are reserved to its respective creator, Koyoharu Gotōge. This is purely a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, events, localities, and occurrences are all extrapolated from the author's writings and imagination or utilized in a fictitious manner. As such, any direct or indirect references to actual entities, dead or alive, or events do not, in any shape or form, resemble the opinions of the author.
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"..." = Dialogue
'...' = Internal monologues
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In short, I was busy and didn't have a lot of motivation.
In any case, though, I'm over three months late. I sincerely apologize for the delay.
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Basking in the majestic rays of the late evening sunlight, a stunning image of hay and tall grass enclosed this particular meadow; the natural light of the sun illuminated the locality with its galvanizing and illustrious blaze.
The lush greenery and cultivated fields exuded an atmosphere of serenity and perpetual tranquility. With such an exalting picturesque, one would suspect that the quaint scenery of this particular locality would be commensurate with the ambiance and the general sentiment situated within the vicinity. Or, to put it simply, an evocation of peace and sobriety on behalf of this heath should intuitively facilitate such fervors within anyone who seeks to set foot on this land.
However, despite the cumulative characteristics that defined the physique of such features, no such saccharine feelings could possibly be discerned.
A young girl stood wistfully in the moor. She stood with a perturbed, yet solemn posture; with malice towards none, but no powerful evocation gestures of sympathy towards every remaining soul—for she had not forsaken herself.
She stood, accoutered in an aesthetically pleasing kimono, with a sorrowful physiognomy. She stood in silence as a requiem for the fallen, and as an equivocation for her emotions. She stood in a position of privilege but also yearned for something far beyond her human capabilities. She pleaded; she asked Kami-sama for forgiveness.
She simply stood because she was both the casualty and the culprit, receiver of deceptions and deceiver of loved ones, both the victim and the one culpable...
What is it that you long for?
"..."
Surely, you must have something; something you desire, something you contemplate, or something you regret...
"I wish to see them again, but I know it's not possible..."
How so?
"Because they are forever gone; relegated—by the hand of time—to shards of a distant past."
Are they now...?
"Yes, otherwise this painful sensation would go away."
Would you prefer for it to disappear?
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