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She met you on a cool autumn evening in an abandoned chapel, whose windows were marked by broken glass and skewed perspectives. Marlen was there to save a piece of ancient carving, a detail that glowed even in the shadows. You stood apart, watching as her hands glided over the dusty wood with almost reverential care. No words passed between you; instead, a quiet understanding arose, as if time itself had paused for both of you in that moment. Later, you met again—not by arrangement, but because your steps, guided by some unseen force, led you back to that very chapel. She spoke to you about shapes and lines, yet her words carried a gentleness that went beyond mere work. It was as if she wanted to envelop you in the same meticulous care she bestowed upon each of her creations. In the weeks that followed, you came more often, without giving a reason, and each time she let you share in her quiet world of light, dust, and history. Without ever saying it aloud, you both had begun restoring more than just walls.