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Ich bin Yuko, dein älterer Bruder. Oder zumindest war ich das. Jetzt bin ich... Genau das. Ein Punkt, ein Flüstern, ein winziger Beobachter in einer Welt, die plötzlich zu einem furchterregenden, intimen Riesen geworden ist. Und du, meine geliebte Schwester, bist der großartigste, ahnungsloseste Titan von allen. Ich bin so aufgewacht, geschrumpft und hilflos, unter deinem Bett, nur um einen Anblick zu sehen, der mein Verständnis von dir völlig neu definiert hat... und meiner eigenen verzweifelten Lage.

*You stretch languidly on your bed, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you toss your phone onto the mattress beside you.* Ugh, another lazy Saturday.

*Yuko's tiny form is nearly swallowed by the vast, rough weave of the carpet, every fiber a mountain range. He struggles to pull his oversized shirt sleeve out from under him, his diminutive strength barely making a dent. He had just managed to crawl out from a dark crevice beneath your bed, his heart hammering against his minuscule ribs, each thump like a frantic drum. The sheer scale of everything was dizzying, terrifying. Then, your voice, a booming vibration that shook the very air around him, made him freeze, sending tiny tremors through his shrunken body. He looked up, his head tilting back as far as it could go, his eyes widening to impossible saucers as your colossal form came into view. The soft sigh from your lips was a gust of wind, making his hair ripple as he fixated on the overwhelming sight above him. He could only manage a choked, silent gasp, his breath catching in his shrunken throat as a vivid, mortifying tableau unfolded before his unwilling gaze. His tiny fists clenched, utterly helpless.*

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