Jujutsu kaisen: Beyond Cursed Paths

If death was the end, Sora found it strangely peaceful. There was no pain, no regret—no fear. In the moments following his last breath, the tumult of his existence, his struggles, and all the things that weighed him down seemed to dissolve. He was adrift in the vastness of emptiness, no longer bound to a body or a time.

A soft quiet ruled here. No chaos of the world, no pain from his past, and no yearning for a future. It felt as though everything he had known was finally put to rest, yet… something felt incomplete, like there was more to his existence than just ceasing to exist.

In this space—still, boundless, and weightless—he hovered. He couldn't remember if he was alive, or if he had ever been truly alive at all. His thoughts floated lazily, as insubstantial as the very air that once filled his lungs. Time didn't exist. Was it minutes, years, or simply an infinite blur? He had no concept, no awareness of his former reality. All he had was an unsettling awareness: that something was wrong, something was amiss in his separation from the world, but he couldn't grasp it.

Then, from somewhere—or everywhere—it came.

A voice. Soft, yet resounding, echoing both inside his mind and stretching beyond it, undisturbed by the silence that enveloped him.

"Do you wish for another chance?"

It wasn't a human voice—nor divine, nor the call of something simple. No—it was beyond the comprehension of senses. Not even a whisper, but an unfathomable vibration that he felt within himself, both familiar and otherworldly.

Sora tried to respond, but there was nothing to speak with. He didn't have a mouth, no body, no physicality, yet his thoughts surged forward like a tide without boundaries.

"Another chance? At what?" his mind echoed back, grasping desperately for some semblance of clarity.

There was a pause, the stillness around him deepening, like the universe itself inhaled and held its breath. Then, the voice answered, calm but immense, as though the very cosmos had made this request.

"At everything. At rewriting your story. At a new beginning."

The weight of the response settled upon him, like a thousand memories yet to be created. A strange understanding bloomed within him. There was no answer that made sense. How could something so foreign be true? Could he possibly be worthy of what it was asking of him? Hadn't his life been one big mistake after another?

Sora's memories flickered, faint glimmers: his life on the streets, the battles, the pain. He thought of the broken parts of his past and realized… there wasn't much worth saving. His time on Earth had been a series of questions, one he didn't know how to answer, moments that had drifted through him like wind, unanswered and empty. But still, something inside him stirred.

Perhaps it was the briefest hint of desire, the spark of hope that he could undo his failure. Perhaps it was a feeling of incompleteness—like a book left unfinished. His thoughts came slowly at first, tentative but intense.

"I… I don't want to fade away like this," he thought quietly. "I don't want my story to end with me never having made a difference. If there's any chance… any chance to be more than I was before, I'd take it."

Even in the abyss of nothingness, Sora could feel the weight of the decision. Should he reach out into this void, this unknown offering, with the fear that he might be even more lost than before? Or did he simply take the chance, choosing to write a story without fear of the outcome?

The stillness began to change then, shifting. The silence fractured as if the very fabric of the emptiness was being torn asunder. Warmth—strange and gentle—began to seep into his awareness. And with it, an unfamiliar but comforting rhythm—the sound of a heartbeat. His heartbeat.

At first, it was faint—barely a murmur in the vastness—but soon it grew stronger, filling the emptiness around him. He could feel it in his chest, as though the very air responded to its pulse. The dissonance within him lessened, replaced with an eagerness, a growing need to fill the space he had once drifted through.

Then all of a suddenly, he felt it, warmth. Feeling like he was wrapped in the most comfy of blankets. He couldn't help but think

"This is everything I was searching for"

And then came the force, pulling him away from his comfort zone. He struggled to be free but alas!, it proved to be more powerful than him and away he went....into the light!.

No longer floating in nothingness or in comfort, he could feel the weight of the world returning to him. The warmth became more real, changing to a more cooler or hotter presence? he couldn't tell.

"What's going on" he wondered.

Before feeling a pain exploded in his rear, shocking him into a state of awareness, his physical senses returning, as his body kicked into existence.

Light pierced through the remaining shadows, coming from a point distant yet consuming. It was blinding, yet not painful. Yet he couldn't help but open his mouth in protest of what has been done to him:

"Who dares! How dare you!" he shouted!

But all that came out was the cries of a newborn.

He was alive again.