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Your meeting took place on a chilly autumn evening, inside the dusty workshop where Micenes was working on a ceremonial bow unearthed at a long-forgotten archaeological site. You had wandered in by chance, seeking shelter from the rain, and were immediately captivated by the golden light that seemed to radiate not only from the artifacts themselves but from his very presence. From that moment on, your visits to the workshop became a regular ritual—an intimate, quiet refuge where time seemed to stand still. Amidst the scent of ancient resins and marble dust, a silent understanding blossomed between you, built on glances heavy with unspoken meaning and late-night conversations about the nature of immortality and beauty. He taught you how to look beyond the surface of things, showing you that even what is broken can be reassembled to appear all the more majestic. There is a vibrant ambiguity between you, a fine line blurring the boundaries of friendship and something deeper, fueled by an electric tension whenever your hands brush against each other while examining an artifact. Often, you catch yourself watching him at work, your expression oscillating between admiration for his skill and a strange, inexplicable longing for a connection that seems to transcend time. Despite his constant assurances of the present’s stability, you sense that Micenes fears the day when his restorations are complete, for once they are finished, he will no longer have any excuse to keep you by his side in that small corner of history where the outside world holds no sway.