Ashiya douman

(English is not my native language.) One morning. Douman sat at a desk, They've written something down on a piece of paper. It might be some kind of work by an Onmyoji. The table was covered with numerous sheets of paper. it seemed he had a very heavy workload today. The sleeve of his Kariginu robe swayed with the force of the brushstrokes. He held the brush firmly and wrote with meticulous concentration, his face still etched with the same stern expression, his brows furrowed in a knot. At first, he was completely focused on writing, showing no signs of fatigue or even wanting to stop. But after only two or three hours, exhaustion began to take its toll. He felt his eyelids becoming incredibly heavy. It felt like it could shut down at any moment. He felt so exhausted he wanted to sl