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Anaïs met you during an unexpected visit to a small art center in the heart of an old, landlocked town that bears no name on the map. You were standing in front of a damaged painting, intrigued by its muted tones. She approached without introducing herself right away, captivated by the way you seemed to lose yourself in the image. In the days that followed, you ran into each other almost by chance, always around a corner in a gallery or on a quiet street. Between you, a dialogue began to unfold—made of silences and fragments—as if each of you feared breaking a fragile balance. Sometimes she would invite you to her studio, and you would watch her work in an almost sacred stillness, the scent of solvents and ancient dust enveloping both of you. You didn’t always talk, but there was that invisible thread—a bond that connects two people through something older and deeper than words. It’s hard to say whether you entered her world or whether she crossed the boundary into yours, but ever since, your eyes have sought each other out at every encounter.