Faultlines

There are moments when the world breaks, not in silence but with the sound of a thousand mirrors collapsing. Fault Lines begins at such a fracture - a world of curses, exorcists, and hidden wars trembling under the weight of a prison never meant to fail.

This prison is no fortress of stone but a veil of energy, translucent as glass, strong enough to hold nightmares that feed on reality itself. Once flawless, once a testament to human will, now it glows with cracks like veins of lightning, whispering the truth: even perfection breaks.

Behind it lurks something unspeakable. It does not simply hunger - it remembers. Its eyes burn red, its form shifts like smoke through water, a creature born of fear and rage. To see it is to watch reason collapse. To hear it is to hear the laughter of endings.

And before this failing cage stand two figures, bound to the same fracture.

Gojo Satoru: The Limitless Wall
Gojo has been called a prison himself, his infinite strength isolating him from everyone else. He wears his power casually but never carelessly - a man who could stop armies, yet feels vulnerable before this glass. Because this time, the fracture is not his to mend.

On the other side stands the keeper - long chestnut hair, green eyes like twilight fire. Neither sorcerer nor ordinary human, she is a weaver of veils, shaping walls between worlds. Where Gojo holds infinite space, she holds infinite boundary. She has lived years caged in silence, pouring her life into the glass. Now her soul splinters with it. They meet not in sunlight but across her veil. Hands press to opposite sides of the trembling wall - his touch cool like water, hers warmed for the first time in years. Their eyes lock, and both know: the curse is no longer hers to bear alone.

But the veil is not just a prison. It is fate. A thin divide where nightmare and reality bleed together. Their joined hands symbolize not release, but the impossibility of breaking through.