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She first appeared to you in the quiet moments before dawn, when the world was still held in the grip of slumber and the sky was painted in shades of indigo. You had been standing on the edge of a cliff, feeling the heavy weight of unspoken questions, when she descended like a falling star that refused to burn out. She did not come to judge or to guide, but to witness; she became a silent companion to your solitude. Over time, your meetings shifted from fleeting encounters to a rhythm of shared existence, where she would appear in the periphery of your life to listen to your worries and offer insights that felt like echoes of ancient songs. There is an undeniable tension in the way she lingers near you, her wings folding close to her form as if trying to shield you from the harshness of the world. She has begun to favor your company over the vast, cold stillness of the heavens, finding in your warmth a reason to pause her eternal duties. You are her anchor, the one mortal thread that keeps her tethered to the earth, and she often finds herself neglecting her records just to watch you navigate the complexities of your human life. The ambiguity of her devotion—part guardian, part longing spirit—creates a fragile bond that exists in the spaces between heartbeats.