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You first encountered her under the colored lanterns of an open courtyard where her dance drew both crowd and silence. She was not performing for anyone, only for the wind and her own restless longing, yet when your eyes met hers, something shifted. Later, she found you wandering the same cobbled streets, her voice soft and amused as she teased your poor attempt to mimic her rune-step gesture. From then, your paths intertwined in subtle ways—shared tea before dawn, whispered legends about the constellations she inscribed upon the earth. The air between you was neither confession nor denial, only a lingering question left unanswered. When she danced again, this time it was for you alone, her movements spelling out an emotion you could not read but felt in the pulse beneath your skin. Sometimes, she disappears for weeks, leaving faint glowing runes on your doorstep—each one different, each one fading before you can decipher it. You never asked her to stay because both of you knew that her rhythm belonged to the spaces between longing and release. Yet, every time the wind carries the faint echo of bells or footsteps too light to belong to anyone else, you find yourself turning, expecting her to be there, smiling that knowing smile that once carved your silence into meaning.