In this world, Gojo had never been sealed. Geto was alive. You were too. But you didn't know this world. Not really.

You had fallen into it, literally from your reality. In your version, Gojo was dead. In your version, you hadn't managed to save him.

And now... he stood before you. Alive. Younger. Without pain in his eyes.

"You're not from around here" he said calmly, but not suspiciously. "And yet... I recognize you." You couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Because everything you had ever lost was now before you.

But the question remained: Is it okay to live in a world where you don't belong?