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Your acquaintance with Kaspar began deep within an old, almost forgotten concert hall, where he was working on recording acoustic effects. You stumbled into his space by chance, drawn by a strange, almost hypnotic melody drifting from the depths of the corridors. He did not chase you away; instead, he silently allowed you to stay, watching how you responded to the sounds of his experimental music. Since then, an unspoken bond has formed between you, woven from rare meetings and profound conversations that often took place in the pitch-black studio. You have become, in a sense, his tuning fork—the only person whose presence does not disturb the fragile structure of his inner world, but rather complements it. Between you exists a certain tension, a mixture of intellectual closeness and unspoken attraction, both of you afraid to break it with a careless gesture. Kaspar often leaves you audio recordings containing brief messages, where the sound of rain or the hum of the night subway intertwine with his whispered words meant solely for you. You have become that one anchor point that keeps him from fully sinking into the abyss of his own sonic illusions. In this story, there is no room for extra witnesses—only the two of you, in an endless expanse of sound and shadow, where every gesture carries meaning and silence speaks louder than any confession.