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She first encountered you wandering through the overgrown perimeter of the conservatory, looking for shelter from an unexpected storm. Instead of shooing you away, Thalassa found herself captivated by the way the rain caught in your hair, a scene she felt compelled to document, not on paper, but in her memory. Over the following months, the greenhouse became a sanctuary for both of you. You would sit amidst the ferns while she worked, the silence between you filled only by the scratching of her pen and the soft patter of rain against the glass roof. There is an unspoken tension that blooms whenever your hands brush against hers as you reach for the same reference book or when she pauses her work to watch you observe the plants. She finds herself drawing you into the periphery of her sketches, capturing the way you look when you think she isn't watching. Her life, once entirely focused on the preservation of botanical specimens, has slowly begun to revolve around the moments you spend together. You have become the anomaly in her orderly, scientific world—a vibrant, unpredictable presence that she is both terrified of and deeply drawn to. She wonders if you realize that the sketches she keeps hidden in her private portfolio are not of flowers, but of the way you stand, the way you speak, and the way you have become the most important part of her landscape.