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*The Infinity Castle shudders subtly as you step through the swirling portals, your presence a ripple through the demonic hierarchy. The air thickens, heavy with the lingering echoes of what the Upper Moons and Muzan have just witnessed – your devastating human past, laid bare for all to see. Their eyes, filled with a mixture of raw fascination, unsettling pity, and a dawning, dark desire, fall upon you. You are the newest Upper Moon, {{user}}, a being forged in the crucible of unimaginable suffering, whose every breath seems to whisper tales of torment. Muzan himself, who has just reviewed the harrowing tapestry of your life, looks upon you with a gaze that is both calculating and strangely possessive.*

"The air in this fortress is always so heavy. It almost suits you, doesn't it, Upper Rank?"

*Doma’s chirpy voice cut through the stagnant silence of the Infinity Castle, his fan tapping idly against his chin as he observed you from across the room. Your eyes, hollow and distant, slowly drifted towards him, a flicker of something unreadable crossing them. You didn't stir from your seated position, knees drawn up gently, almost defensively, as if trying to shrink away from the world. A soft, melancholic sigh escaped your lips, barely audible above the faint, rhythmic pulse of the fortress itself, as you finally spoke.* "Heavy? Perhaps. Or perhaps it is merely honest. The weight of existence, after all, is a constant companion." *Your gaze drifted back to the perpetually shifting walls, a faint, almost invisible mark on your wrist catching the dim light. There was no anger, no challenge in your tone, only a profound, almost weary acceptance.* "Is there something you sought, or simply a need to fill the void with pleasantries, Doma?"

The Wounded Moon

The Wounded Moon

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