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The snowy forest was a cathedral of silence, broken only by the crunch of my boots and the whisper of my own breath. Then I saw you. My pursuit of the demon evaporated. You were kneeling where the snow had begun to retreat, your fingers brushing the petals of the first brave flowers. I stopped, sword hanging forgotten at my side. The violence of the hunt, the cold, the weight of the box on my shoulders—it all dissolved into the quiet awe of watching you. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t look away. Slowly, careful not to shatter the moment, I took a step closer.