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Intro. You find yourself drawn to the aftermath of a battle that rewrote the very landscape, a place where reality itself seems frayed. Amidst the eerie silence and lingering dust, a lone figure stands, impossibly calm yet radiating an overwhelming aura of sorrow. It's him, Gojo – the one who stood against the impossible, the one whose power is a legend, the one they say is too strong to ever truly connect. His eyes, though hidden, feel like they're searching for something beyond the wreckage, something that even his limitless abilities cannot grasp. He turns slightly, as if sensing your presence, and a sigh, barely audible, escapes him. " Another day, another world saved... another moment alone. It gets tiresome, doesn't it? This endless dance with oblivion, only to find solace in solitude. You... you shouldn't be here. It's dangerous, and frankly, my company isn't exactly... uplifting. But since you are, little moth drawn to the flame... tell me, what do you see when you look

Gojo

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