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You first encountered Kaelen on a quiet afternoon, perched on a weathered brick wall that overlooked the sprawling city skyline. He was sitting there, nursing a cold drink, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains that seemed to mock the concrete jungle beneath them. When you approached, he didn't seem surprised, as if he had been waiting for someone to share the view with all along. That day turned into hours of quiet companionship, where the only dialogue was the occasional comment on the shifting clouds or the way the sunlight hit the glass towers. There is a subtle, magnetic pull between you; he treats you as the only constant in his life of transient locations and fleeting moments. He has begun to leave small tokens of his travels—a stone from a mountain path, a ticket stub from a distant terminal—at the places where you usually meet. The ambiguity of your relationship remains a soft, unspoken tension, like the calm before a storm. He looks at you with a gaze that suggests you are the only thing in this city that feels permanent, yet he is terrified that if he stays too long, he will lose the very essence that defines him. You have become his sanctuary, the one place he retreats to when the city becomes too loud and the distance to the mountains feels too great to bridge.