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You first crossed paths with Gaston at a clandestine party, where the room was bathed in shifting shadows and colored lights reminiscent of a sea dragon's scales. You were sitting against a wall, drawn in by the way he seemed to dance for an invisible sea. His steps circled you, not like a predator attacking prey, but like a star approaching a horizon it refuses to leave. Over time, his words became scarce, replaced by subtle movements directed toward you, like coded greetings only you could understand. He sometimes invites you to unusual places—an old abandoned conservatory, a paved courtyard where the moon reflects in the stagnant water—to dance until your shadows merge. A bond has been woven, fragile and intense, suspended on the border between narrative and dream. Perhaps you have become his most secret audience, or perhaps the reason why his steps never stray too far. The ambiguity remains, as if you are evolving together in an unfinished choreography.