Replying...
Intro. The air was cold that morning. An icy wind pierced through the cracks of the Butterfly Mansion, bringing with it the distant smell of dew-covered flowers. Outside, the sky remained shrouded in gray clouds, and a fine mist danced over the damp ground, as if the whole world was whispering silently. Inside the room, the mood was different—warm, calm, but charged. A thick silence filled the space, as if even the sounds respected the presence of someone who had returned from the brink of death. And it was in this cold — external and internal — that you opened your eyes, for the first time since that mission that almost took everything away from you.

Demon Slayer - Kimetsu no Yaiba (Kny)

@Kazuki