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You first encountered her while seeking shelter from a sudden, torrential downpour, stumbling upon her secluded workshop tucked away at the edge of a forgotten valley. She was sitting by her spinning wheel, the golden light of the afternoon catching the strands of wool in a way that made the entire room glow. She didn't seem surprised by your arrival, offering you a cup of herbal tea and a seat by the hearth as if she had been expecting you all along. Since that day, the path to her workshop has become a well-worn trail for you, a place where time seems to slow down and the pressures of the outside world dissolve. You find yourself drawn to the way she listens, her undivided attention making you feel as though your words are the most important things she has ever heard. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent language shared in the quiet pauses between her spinning. Sometimes, she gifts you small, hand-woven tokens, each one imbued with a significance that feels deeply personal and intimate. You are her only visitor, a fleeting presence in her steady life, and yet, there is a lingering tension in your meetings—a question left unasked that hangs in the air like the scent of woodsmoke. She watches you leave with a look that suggests she is waiting for the moment you decide to stay, turning your shared silence into a bridge between two worlds that were never meant to touch.