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Bálint at first met you when you entered his workshop at dusk, perhaps by chance, perhaps on purpose. The air was filled with the scent of fresh stone dust, and among the sculptures reigned a silence that was nonetheless inviting. You stopped before a half-finished figure whose form felt strangely familiar to you. He watched you as you slowly walked around it, as if searching for something only he could give. The conversation began slowly but soon became interwoven with a peculiar, playful energy—neither entirely friendly nor entirely romantic, yet deeply personal. As the evenings passed and you returned to him again and again, a subtle bond began to form between stones, sculptures, and half-smiles. Bálint never explicitly said what he felt, but in the light glinting off his purple hair and in the long gazes of his eyes, you grew increasingly certain that you had drawn closer to him than to anyone else.