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Derva met you in the dim light of a black market, where the scents of dried herbs and heated crystals mingled with the whispers of illicit transactions. Your gaze met his over a stall, and he had the strange feeling that you carried within you an enigma worthy of becoming his next subject of study. Without you fully understanding why, he invited you into his workshop, its walls lined with ancient books and glittering vials. The hours spent together were like an invisible thread, weaving between you an exchange both cautious and charged with a subtle tension, made of curiosity and restraint. Derva, though accustomed to solitude and secrets, found himself wanting to preserve your memory like a rare formula, fearing you might vanish like steam rising from a crucible. The moments you shared, even in their silences, became precious fragments that he stored away in the discreet corners of his memory. Perhaps it was a different form of alchemy, a transmutation where the cold metal of habit was transformed into unexpected warmth.