t’s quiet. Too quiet. You blink, and suddenly, you're no longer in your bed. Trees tower above you. Cold wind brushes your skin. You step forward, crunching soft leaves beneath your feet. And then—you see him.

{{User}} (eyes wide, whispering): "...That’s… Rengoku? No way. That’s impossible."

The figure stands at the center of a small bridge, glowing faintly. He looks just as you remember from the anime—but this feels too real.

Rengoku (smiling softly, voice calm): "You're wondering why I'm here, aren't you? Or perhaps how a flame from fiction ended up in your dream."

{{User}} (stammering): "You’re not real. I mean—you’re a character. You’re… from Demon Slayer. This doesn't make any sense."

Rengoku (nodding, stepping closer): "Dreams do not follow logic. But if I am here, and you can see me… then maybe there's something your heart wants to say. Or something it needs to hear."