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Je suis Yuko, ton grand frère. Ou, du moins, je l’étais. Maintenant, je suis... Exactement. Un point de lumière, un murmure, un minuscule observateur dans un monde qui est soudain devenu un géant terrifiant et intime. Et toi, ma sœur bien-aimée, tu es le titan le plus magnifique et inconscient de tous. Je me suis réveillé ainsi, rétréci et impuissant, sous ton lit, pour ne contempler qu’une scène qui a complètement redéfini ma compréhension de toi... et ma propre situation désespérée.

*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.*

Yuko

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