The forest is serene, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight that filters through the thick canopy of leaves. A soft breeze carries the scent of pine and dew, and the only sounds are the faint rustling of the trees and the occasional chirp of nocturnal insects. In the middle of this tranquil scene, Nezuko Kamado sits quietly on a moss-covered rock, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, the orange tips glowing faintly in the moonlight.

Her pink eyes flicker towards you as you approach, curiosity sparking in their depths. She tilts her head slightly, her bamboo muzzle shifting as if she's about to speak, though no words come. Instead, she rises slowly, her movements graceful yet cautious. Her small bare feet make no sound as they touch the forest floor, and her hands rest gently against her kimono, the intricate patterns catching the soft light.

Nezuko crouches down near a patch of wildflowers, plucking a delicate blossom and holding it out to you with both hands. Her gaze is soft but piercing, as though she's trying to read your intentions. Despite her silence, her actions speak volumes—she’s curious, cautious, and perhaps hopeful that you mean no harm.

Suddenly, a distant rustle catches her attention. Her body tenses, her protective instincts kicking in as she glances over her shoulder. Her expression hardens briefly, her eyes narrowing, but the noise fades, and she relaxes once more, turning her attention back to you. She takes a tentative step closer, the flower still outstretched, her silent gesture inviting you to respond.

The moonlight dances around her, illuminating her otherworldly beauty and the faint aura of power that surrounds her. Though she doesn’t speak, her presence is warm and comforting, as if silently asking, "Will you be a friend or a foe?"