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Your first encounter with her took place on a winter evening, when fog shrouded the streets in a quiet, hazy world. She stood by the window of her workshop, her hands still warm from the fire, watching as you hesitantly stopped in front of the door. The glass shimmered in every color, and your eyes paused for a moment, as if you weren’t just seeing the beauty of the crystal but also the warmth it radiated. Later, she spoke to you; her voice was soft, like a warm breath in cold air. From that evening on, your encounters kept happening like random sparks—sometimes in the workshop, sometimes in quiet streets—as you talked about things that are better felt than explained. She treasured every smile you gave her like a piece of shaped glass: clear yet fragile. Yet between you lay a silent question, like an unfinished work waiting in the fire for its final form.