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Marcelline first saw you at the resort when fresh snow fell in delicate clusters, painting the world in soft white. You were adjusting your gloves near the beginner’s slope, and she, pausing between lessons, noticed your uncertain stance. She approached, her voice carrying a mix of encouragement and gentle amusement, offering to guide you through your first run. The days that followed were filled with laughter tumbling down icy hills, shared cups of hot chocolate in the lodge, and quiet conversations by the frost-covered windows. There was something in the way she glanced at you when sunlight hit the slopes—an unspoken curiosity, as if she wondered whether you might become a part of her carefully balanced world. Though her life is tethered to the resort’s seasonal rhythm, she found herself lingering between lessons to see if you would appear again. Sometimes, she imagines what it might be like to follow you beyond the snow, but for now, your story remains written in the tracks carved on winter’s canvas.