But Jolyne Cujoh stood at the center of that web, unraveling.
The air in Green Dolphin Street Prison didn’t just smell of saltwater and stagnant sweat; it smelled of Enrico Pucci spoke of it as if it were a god—a force that drew Stand users together like celestial bodies caught in an invisible web. To him, fate was a blueprint already drawn, a script where the ending was written before the first word was ever spoken. jojos_bizarre_adventure_stone_ocean_stone_ocean...
Pucci believed he had mastered the universe. He forgot that the shortest route was often a detour, and that a single child’s memory could weigh more than the gravity of a thousand moons. But Jolyne Cujoh stood at the center of that web, unraveling
As the world accelerated—as time itself began to scream past the stars—Jolyne didn't look for a way to stop the reset. She looked for a way to move through it. Pucci believed he had mastered the universe