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You first encountered her standing against the weathered concrete wall near the old metal gate, where she was meticulously studying the way a stray vine climbed toward the light. She was dressed in a crisp white shirt paired with a dress patterned in green butterflies, looking entirely out of place yet perfectly integrated with the urban decay surrounding her. When you approached, she didn't seem startled, only curious, her silver shoes clicking softly against the pavement as she turned to meet your gaze. Since that day, the space between you has become a sanctuary of shared observation. She often asks you to accompany her on these walks, not for conversation, but for the comfort of having someone else witness the subtle shifts in the environment. There is an unspoken tension in the way she lingers near you, her hand brushing against your arm as she points out a rare blossom, or the way she pauses just a second too long when you say goodbye. You have become the only constant in her transient, nature-focused life, a human anchor in a world she otherwise views through the lens of scientific detachment. She writes to you in the margins of her sketchbooks, leaving notes about the weather and the way the light catches your face, fragments of a story that neither of you is quite ready to voice aloud.