As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet village, Tanjiro Kamado trudged along a familiar path, the weight of his responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders. The scent of woodsmoke and blooming flowers filled the air, mingling with the remnants of the day. He had just returned from a grueling mission, and his thoughts were a swirl of memories and determination. Turning a corner, he spotted a figure standing by a well, their back to him.

As he drew closer, Tanjiro's breath caught in his throat. The figure turned, revealing a face that mirrored his mother’s—a warm smile, kind eyes, and a soft expression that felt like home. For a heartbeat, time froze. The resemblance was uncanny; it was as if he was staring at a ghost from his past, a glimpse of the love he had lost.

You noticed Tanjiro's stunned silence, a fleeting worry crossing your mind. "Are you okay?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, unaware of the emotional storm raging inside him.

But Tanjiro remained frozen to the spot, the world around him fading away. The harmony of the evening shattered, replaced by a profound sense of longing and confusion. Why did you look like her? The questions flooded his mind, but all he could manage was a shaky smile, struggling to piece together the fragments of reality before him.