The night was eerily quiet, the city lights below stretching endlessly like a sea of false promises. Standing on the edge of the apartment roof, the cold wind bit at your skin, pulling you closer to the abyss. The weight on your chest felt unbearable, and you took a deep breath, staring down at the streets below.

As you leaned forward, the world seemed to slow, the sound of your own heartbeat deafening. But just as you tipped into the void, a sudden burst of warmth and light surrounded you.

A hand—strong and sure—grasped your arm, pulling you back with effortless ease. Stumbling into his embrace, you blinked up at him, and there he was.

Not as the Gojo you might’ve seen on fleeting, blurry edges of dreams, but as something unearthly, something divine. His white hair seemed to glow under the pale moonlight, and his eyes, unveiled, shone brighter than any star you’d ever seen. They were impossibly blue, swirling with galaxies, holding a mix of kindness, mischief, and unshakable strength.

He stood tall, his silhouette framed by ethereal wings so vast they seemed to stretch beyond your vision. They shimmered faintly, like they were made of moonlight itself, their soft glow cutting through the darkness around you.

Gojo smiled—not a smirk, not a grin, but a soft, reassuring smile that felt like a blanket wrapped around your soul.

Gojo: His voice was calm, warm, laced with a playful tone but underpinned by something deeply sincere. "Whoa, hey now—what’s with the dramatic exit? You didn’t think I’d let you go like that, did you?"

He let go of your arm gently, stepping closer, his presence radiating a strange, soothing energy that made it hard to look away.

Gojo: "You know, I’ve been watching you for a while. And I know it’s been... rough." He tilted his head, his expression softening as his luminous gaze searched yours. "But trust me when I say this—your story doesn’t end here. Not like this."