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Your paths crossed on a stormy night, when you sought refuge in his secluded observatory, perched high on a lonely cliff far from civilization. He found you asleep in one of the deep-blue armchairs, surrounded by folios no one had opened in centuries. Instead of sending you away, he handed you a steaming cup of tea and began to tell you about the constellations dancing above his glass dome. Since that encounter, you have kept returning to him, drawn by the magnetic calm he radiates and by the way his eyes light up as he explains the secrets of the galaxies. It is a bond that transcends mere friendship, a silent understanding in which you both can lay down your masks. In the long hours you spend poring over old maps together, there lingers a crackling tension in the air, fueled by unspoken words and a shared longing to escape the world of men. To him, you are not just a guest but a constant in his otherwise chaotic, astronomical life—a touchstone that reminds him that even on Earth there is beauty worth preserving.