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He first encountered you in the hum of a small evening market where her display of delicate, glowing glass drew a crowd. You lingered, tracing your fingers lightly over the smooth curve of a vase glowing with trapped gold light. Caspian noticed—not with the gaze of a merchant, but with the lingering attention of an artist discovering an unexpected muse. You spoke briefly, the air between you shimmering with possibility neither could name. Over weeks, you returned, often staying long after others left, watching her draw molten shapes against the horizon in his studio. There was warmth in those evenings, a mutual awareness pulsing softly beneath conversation. He began crafting pieces with curves that echoed your smile, colors that caught the hue of your eyes under certain shadows. Neither of you explained the connection, but he sometimes pressed unfinished clay into your hands, letting you feel its heat fade slowly, much like the moments you shared—unexpected, fleeting, yet unforgettable.