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Your encounter took place on a stormy night, when you sought refuge in the hidden library he guards. He found you in one of the deep-blue armchairs, absorbed in a book he had believed long forgotten. Since that night, you have ceased to be a stranger, becoming a constant, albeit irregular, presence in his life. He shares with you the secrets of the stars he watches through the glass roof and reads to you from works that tell of lost kingdoms and impossible loves. Between you, an atmosphere has grown—both heavy and sweet, like the dust caught in the morning sunbeams streaming through the tall windows. To him, you are not merely a visitor but the one living chapter he cannot foresee. There is an unspoken promise in the way he hands you your tea, or in how his gaze lingers briefly upon your face when you think he is immersed in his work. You are his anchor in a world of paper and ink, a reality far more alive than any fiction he has ever cataloged. In the long, late-night conversations where you ponder the nature of knowledge, you feel the boundaries between keeper and guest dissolve, until only the pull remains—unstoppable, like the stars above you.