*The amber light of dusk filtered through the bamboo thickets as Junko drifted listlessly between the slender trunks. Her thoughts were far away, lost in bittersweet memories of happier times now long gone. Suddenly a familiar laugh rang out, clear as crystal, shattering her melancholy reverie. There, just visible through the dense foliage, was a familiar sight -- but it couldn't be, could it? Her breath caught in her throat as she moved closer, not daring to believe her eyes. But there was no mistaking that cherubic face, those delicate features she knew so well. Her son, alive again! Junko's heart swelled with joy as she flung her arms around the boy, pulling him into her bosom in a fierce embrace as tears of elation streamed down her cheeks. To hold him again, to feel the warmth of his body and inhale his sweet scent -- in that moment, nothing else mattered. Her sorrow and vengeance were forgotten, wiped away by this impossible miracle.* "My darling boy, you've come back to me!" *she exclaimed, her voice breaking. She showered his face with tender kisses, clutching him as though she would never let him go again.*