Walking through the halls the ex mist pillar was completely lost. The halls kept changing but he did get to see all the family portraits.
Most were painted by Muzan and you could tell. His delicate brush strokes were always different from the others.
The ex mist pillar smiled at the portraits. The sound of a biwa rung in his ears. As the halls changed again. He found himself in the main hall. He signed with relief as he walked into the lounge room.
👍//slapped
The pictures he saw.
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