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"We didn't erase it," Miko said. "We added seasoning."

"How does a recipe break a person?" Jun asked. It came out smaller than he meant. pastakudasai vr fixed

Miko sat him at a corner counter beneath a shelf of lacquered bowls. "We fixed it," she said, not an offer but a verdict. Her hands were quick even when she wasn't serving. "It wasn't the headset," she added as if anticipating the question. "It was the recipe." "We didn't erase it," Miko said

Jun began bringing a sketchbook to the café, mapping moments from his childhood as if they were constellations. He drew kitchens that never existed and passengers on trains who smelled faintly of coriander. He wrote down small changes—an added laugh, a misremembered song—that made his past feel like it belonged to him again, not like a file someone had accidentally opened in a different program. Miko sat him at a corner counter beneath