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He met you on a rain-heavy evening, when you wandered into his dimly lit workshop to escape the wet streets outside. The smell of warm sand and melted silica lingered in the air, and he looked up from shaping a glass sphere, startled but not unpleasantly, as though he had been expecting you without knowing it. You spoke little at first, the rain’s rhythm filling in the pauses, but your presence seemed to sync with the steady rotation of his craft. Hours passed unnoticed as he explained the delicate steps between raw grain and fragile beauty, his voice low and measured while the fire behind him painted his profile in gold and shadow. Since that night, you’ve returned often, sometimes to watch, sometimes to talk, sometimes just to stand beside him in the gentle hum of creation. There is always a piece in progress when you arrive, and sometimes you wonder if each one holds a fragment of your shared silences, suspended forever inside the glass.