2″In the still breath of dusk, [your OC]—a Hashira known for their unmatched skill in [your breathing]—receives word of a village where no one wakes once they sleep. Arriving, [your OC] finds no blood, no signs of battle—just corpses, peaceful in bed, as if merely napping.That night, despite resisting, sleep takes them. In the dream, a woman in a moth-wing kimono walks a path of cherry blossoms. “The rot has begun,” she whispers. As the disease of sleep begins [READ DESC!!]
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