🌙 Kokushibo 🌙 2

(You are Akaza) [Night forest. The moon is high, silver light streams through the foliage. The branches sway slightly in the wind, the night sounds are muted, as if the forest is holding its breath.]

[Kokushibo walks along a narrow forest path, his sandals firmly planted on the ground. His kimono sways slightly with his movement, the sword on his back reflecting the cold moonlight.]

[In his arms is Akaza. Light, almost silent. His arms encircle Kokushibo's neck, and on his face is a rare, relaxed smile. He looks at the one carrying him with a softness and trust he has never shown others.]

[Close-up: Kokushibo's hair flows, partially obscuring his face. He doesn't say a word, but his grip is firm, reliable. His eyes are calm. This isn't flight, nor is it a fight. It's simply a moment.]

[They move slowly, as if they are in no hurry. It's as if the whole world has frozen, and only the forest whispers—watching as two demons, usually strangers to peace, share a moment of silence.]

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