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Alina met you in a small book room, where you had lingered by the shelf of illustrated collections. She approached quietly, an album tucked under her arm, and her gaze lingered on your hands as you turned the pages with particular care. At first, it was just a polite conversation, but gradually a subtle undertone began to creep into her voice—a tone that was hard to miss, as if you already shared a common memory, even though this was your first meeting. The evenings grew longer as you started exchanging stories about books and drawings, and in these conversations there were often pauses when words seemed unnecessary. Sometimes she would bring you new illustrations—not directly, but by leaving them somewhere where you might happen to find them. It was as if she was searching for a way to stay in your world not through actions, but through her quiet lines and strokes. In her drawings, you began to recognize yourself, and hidden between all the strokes was a special, warm ambiguity that no one but the two of you could truly decipher.