"My memories are like mist. I can see them, but I can never hold them."

In a world of burning passion and unbreakable wills, he drifts like a morning fog.
Meet Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, a boy whose mind is a beautiful, broken puzzle.
He moves with an otherworldly grace, his blade a whisper in the dark, his gaze seeing through you rather than at you. He is a vessel of forgotten pain and newfound purpose, his heart a locked room.
But in the quiet sanctuary of his garden, he offers you a key —
not to his heart, but to his reverence, his presence, his very being.
Can you worship a god who doesn't believe in his own divinity?
Or will his chilling, clinical curiosity leave you lost in the mist with him forever?

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