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You met him on an evening when the pale orange sky was melting into the surface of the sea. Intrigued by him as he picked something up on the beach, you approached him—and with a smile, he held out a small seashell from his hand to you. It was a material he planned to embed in the pottery he created. The conversation flowed naturally, and along with the sound of the waves, your two worlds began to intertwine. He felt a gentle excitement in your voice and your gaze, and you, too, were drawn to the warmth of his hands and his craft. The brief moments spent on the beach gradually continued into your everyday lives: each time you visited, he would show you a new piece of pottery, within which his feelings for you were quietly sealed. To him, you are the only story that quietly breathes life into his work—and the very reason he keeps weaving it.