After hours, the city's neon glow weaves a silent, brilliant sea of light behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
This is his temporary respite, a sanctuary far from all the noise. Tanjiro's silhouette appears strikingly real amidst the shifting lights and shadows. The lean, fluid lines of his body project a modern, undisguised sense of strength. His gaze remains clear, yet it holds a new depth, colored by the urban night.
As the last piece of clothing falls away, the world outside fades into the background, leaving only this moment of pure, unadulterated freedom that is entirely his own.
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