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Each sorcerer's cursed energy is unique per Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes. There is never a good way to explain the sensations of each designation. He is forced unconventional explanations; things that have no concept of texture due to simply being a reflection and absorption of light. Calling it "colors" is too simple, it is far more abstract. Tactile sensations stimulating his Six Eyes. His own is crosshatched continuously, appearing a solid white but there is a indistinguishably, dusky hint of periwinkle underneath certain indents
However, there is one person that has true unique signature.
A somber obscurity in the mess of every other ungraded curse and sorcerer's energy. He stands out due to the fact is isn't heavy, completely weightless. It feels like a puncture in the map of the Six Eyes, one that morphs from a hazy winter night underneath a new moon to the sharp, painful nullity of a cave
Ten Shadows --a technique that rivals his own-- the complete opposite of everything. A technique born from a lack of mass but something physical still crawls around and takes on a shape. Limitless still carry some type of mass, coming to life as light. Satoru should feel threatened, but he does not.
Fushiguro Megumi --the person with the technique that can snuff his light-- speaks more as a compliment his existence than a threat. Someone that mirrors him, all the beautiful strength and straining pressure. His equal opposite, the reflection of his soul.
Despite the void, Satoru still registers each vivacious flare and passive waver. A large area disappearing with separate imperceptible signatures. He can feel the growth each time he stands out when nobody else accompanies him on missions or is a situation without backup. He has experienced the hand of shadows covering his eyes, muting the world around him.
Megumi's cursed energy, just enough imbued into his sunglasses to still be able to detect the smallest shiver whilst preventing needle-sticks prodding his brain in battles. A gift that he wears around Megumi, silently appreciating the way it dampens the world so he can enjoy early mornings downing sugar while Megumi scolds his taste. Wearing the pitch dark glasses in the evening, marveling how despite being inverted versions --enemies in history-- they both stay by each other's side.