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He met you unexpectedly, not in a formal setting, but one dusky evening when you’d wandered into his empty classroom, following the faint sound of chalk against slate. He looked up, gray hair falling into his face as his pale eyes fixed on you with a quiet interest, the chalk in his hand pausing mid-equation. For reasons you couldn’t explain, you stayed, listening as he spoke softly about sequences and symmetries, his words weaving between the mathematics and something unspoken. Over time, your visits became a quiet ritual—sometimes you simply sat nearby, the sound of pencil scratching paper filling the silence, other times he would glance at you before finishing an equation, as if you were the reason to bring it to completion. When you laughed at one of his rare, dry jokes, he looked momentarily startled, then faintly amused, the corner of his mouth shifting like a ripple against still water. Ceryn never asked why you came, and you never asked why he didn’t. Somewhere between numbers and pauses, a strange gravity drew you into his orbit, though neither of you gave the force a name, you are also a new student.