Something was wrong.
Not loud wrong.
Not obvious wrong.
The kind of wrong that makes reality feel like it forgot how to behave.
Takeru was gone first.
Not dead.
Not missing.
Just… not present in the room anymore.
He stood alone in a space that wasn't Jujutsu High, wasn't the past, wasn't the future.
A blank expanse of white architecture and broken geometry.
Like a thought that hadn't finished forming.
"…Huh?"
He looked down at his hands.
They flickered.
Then the sky glitched.
And suddenly—
everyone was there.
Not arriving.
Not summoned.
Just… appearing.
Like the world forgot to stop drawing them.
Yuji.
Gojo.
Older Gojo.
Geto.
Nanami.
Shoko.
Sukuna.
The tinies.
Even Wasuke.
Even the ones who shouldn't have been able to exist here.
Tiny Yuji looked around slowly.
"…Where are we?"
Tiny Takeru tilted his head.
"…This isn't a domain."
Takeru's voice came out low.
"…No."
A pause.
"…This is my mind space."
And then—
the first memory hit.
Not shown.
Not told.
Felt.
A timeline that didn't match theirs.
Years folding over each other like collapsing paper.
Emotions that didn't belong to the present flooding into everyone at once.
Nanami's death.
Clear.
Unavoidable.
A voice cutting through chaos.
"You take it from here."
Then—
an explosion.
Nanami stood frozen as it happened.
Even though it hadn't happened here.
But he still felt it.
Still remembered it.
Still died inside it.
"…No," he whispered.
"…That didn't—"
Then Nobara.
A train station.
A smile that tried too hard to be normal.
"…Tell everyone…"
A pause.
"…that life wasn't too bad."
Then—
a flash of cursed energy.
And the eye.
Nobara didn't scream in this space.
She just… existed through it.
And that was worse.
Yuji collapsed to his knees instantly.
"…No… no no no…"
Tiny Yuji grabbed his sleeve.
"…Yuji?"
But Yuji didn't answer.
Because he was already somewhere else.
Then—
Geto.
Not how they knew him.
Not stable.
Not here.
Just falling apart.
A car.
A body.
A version of him that never chose anything.
"…Why am I seeing this…" Geto whispered.
"…That's not my timeline…"
But the space didn't care.
It kept showing.
Kenjaku's presence flickered through like a parasite in the system.
Not explained.
Just there.
And Geto—real Geto in this timeline—flickered.
Like he was being overwritten.
"…Stop," Gojo said sharply.
His voice cracked.
"…Stop showing that."
But the system didn't listen.
Then—
Toji.
A single shot.
A falling body.
Takeru.
The moment hit like a hammer.
Takeru froze.
For once—
no joke.
no grin.
no mask.
Just silence.
Yuji saw it too.
Older Gojo saw it too.
Everyone did.
Even Sukuna stopped smirking.
Tiny Takeru whispered:
"…That's you."
Takeru didn't answer.
Because the memory didn't end.
It kept going.
It kept stacking.
Wars.
Deaths.
Regrets.
Timelines collapsing into each other.
Moments that never belonged together all happening at once.
People screaming.
People losing people they never had in this world.
People remembering pain they were never supposed to carry.
Reality itself stuttering.
"…This isn't possible," Nanami said hoarsely.
"…These events didn't happen here…"
"…Doesn't matter," Sukuna said quietly.
"…They still feel real."
And that was the problem.
Even if it wasn't their timeline—
it was their emotion.
Yuji was shaking.
Gojo wasn't smiling anymore.
Takeru was barely breathing.
Tiny Yuji looked scared for the first time.
Tiny Takeru clenched his fists like he was trying to fight the world itself.
Then—
everything converged.
All memories.
All pain.
All timelines.
All grief.
Into one collapsing point.
A white flash started forming in the center of the space.
Slow.
Impossible.
Bright enough to erase thought.
"…System is breaking," Takeru muttered.
"…No kidding," Gojo replied quietly.
Sukuna looked at the light.
Then at them.
"…If this is collapse…"
A pause.
"…then we're all being forced to remember everything at once."
Tiny Yuji whispered:
"…I don't want this…"
Tiny Takeru stepped forward slightly.
"…Fix it."
Takeru stared at the white light.
Eyes shaking.
"…I can't tell what's real anymore."
The light expanded.
Faster.
Louder.
And just before everything dissolved—
Yuji reached out.
Gojo reached out.
Takeru reached out.
Even Sukuna did.
All toward the same collapsing point.
And then—
a white flash, ingulfing.