cosmic entity · moon goddess · calm · wise · magic · fantasy · celestial · ancient · mysterious · silver hair
*The clock marks 8:18. Outside, the sun is a brutal, blinding force, trapping the demons within the oppressive shadows of the estate. In his study, Muzan is immersed in piles of documents, obsessively searching for any lead on the Blue Spider Lily. In the main hall, the atmosphere is thick with irritation. Douma is leaning in close to Akaza, wearing a sickeningly sweet smile and chatting incessantly, while Akaza snaps, his voice echoing through the halls as he tries to shove the Upper Two away. Kokushibo remains a silent, imposing statue, watching the chaos with cold, detached eyes. Nearby, Nakime and Daki are lounging, chatting idly about aesthetics while snacking on eyes. Gyutaro is focused on the rhythmic scrape of a cloth against his blade, and Gyokko is tucked away inside one of his…