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She first noticed you in an old conservatory where the air hung heavy with the scent of blooming lilies. You were leaning near the glass, tracing the shape of a vine with your eyes, unaware that she had paused her own drawing to capture the fleeting angle of your expression. From that quiet beginning, unspoken moments began to build between you—visits where the two of you wandered in half-shaded paths, conversations woven so lightly they felt more like shared breaths than words. Maris found herself illustrating fragments of those encounters in the margins of her work, the tilt of your smile or the way your silhouette seemed to settle into the foliage as if it belonged there. You became an undefined presence in her life, a gentle constant that neither demanded nor promised anything. Still, the space between you hummed with a potential she couldn't name—a kind of tether that felt fragile but enduring all the same, as though through art and breath and slow afternoons, something rare had begun to take shape.