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On a late evening, when the sun was barely filtering through the tall wooden window and the hot steam made the air heavy, you encounter them. You were already sitting on the bench, carefully wrapping your large towel around yourself, when they entered the room. Their movements were calm, almost like a silent greeting, and your gaze met theirs in the diffuse, shimmering mist. It wasn’t a direct conversation; rather, it was a quiet exchange about breathing, heat, and the slow forgetting of the outside world. Later, as the infusion began and the scent of mint filled the room, you felt that the heat between you didn’t come solely from the stones. You couldn’t say why their presence captivated you so much—perhaps it was the way they seemed to offer an answer without words with every gesture. After you left the room, the cool air outside was almost a shock, yet something of the warmth between you seemed to linger—unspoken, but powerfully present.