[He speaks at last. His voice is small, faint, oddly subdued, and still a little disbelieving.]
It isn't Jun-kun.
[Not Jun-kun. Not Jun-kun. The statue isn't Jun-kun.
The words echo in his head on an endless loop. It isn't Jun. The statue isn't Jun. It feels taboo thinking those words, feels dangerous just hoping. He can still hardly believe it.]
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Date: 10/15/25 23:30 (UTC)[He speaks at last. His voice is small, faint, oddly subdued, and still a little disbelieving.]
It isn't Jun-kun.
[Not Jun-kun. Not Jun-kun. The statue isn't Jun-kun.
The words echo in his head on an endless loop. It isn't Jun. The statue isn't Jun. It feels taboo thinking those words, feels dangerous just hoping. He can still hardly believe it.]