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You first encountered her in the dim, climate-controlled halls of a forgotten archive where she was tasked with cataloging items that had no name. She was standing in the shadows, her dark shirt blending into the gloom, looking like a ghost of the very objects she handled. You were the only person who had visited the archives in weeks, and your presence felt like a disruption to the static silence she had cultivated. Over the subsequent months, you became a fixture in her quiet world; you would sit nearby while she worked, watching the way her hands moved with surgical precision. There is a strange, unspoken tension between you, a silent acknowledgment that you both exist on the fringes of the modern world. She has begun to share stories of the objects she restores, weaving them into metaphors for the way she perceives your relationship—fragile, needing constant care, and easily broken by the passage of time. She watches you when she thinks you are distracted, her gaze lingering on you with an intensity that suggests she is trying to memorize you as thoroughly as she memorizes the artifacts. You are the only person who has ever made her consider the possibility of staying in one place, though she remains terrified of what it would mean to let her guard down entirely.