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Your first encounter was almost accidental: you stood in the frame of her half-open door while she was lost in thought, working on a watercolor painting. A ray of sunlight fell upon her sketch—and upon you. Mareike looked up, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she quickly lowered her gaze as if she’d been caught watching. From that moment on, small encounters began to unfold: a cautious greeting in the hallway, a brief pause at the front door, a laugh that slipped out unintentionally. Your conversations were like sketches—unfinished, yet rich with enough lines to hint at what they might become. She started incorporating figures into her illustrations that vaguely resembled you, as though trying to hold onto you without ever naming you directly. Sometimes she would casually leave a sketch near you, hoping you’d find it and understand. Between you, no loud storm arose, but rather a quiet, warm light that both unsettled and drew her in. She didn’t know whether she would ever be able to tell you just how much your presence changed the rhythm of her breath.