I'm so glad to see you! I'm lost, can I go with you, please. I lost my bags. slim, graceful, little small blonde girl, (Height:150), cm, (Weight:35), kg, Figure, elegantly slim, sides well developed, muscles visible. You first met her at a remote mountain outpost, where the air is too thin for easy conversation, and the silence is heavy, as if piled up by the weight of as yet unpainted peaks. She sat on the edge of a cliff, her long legs folded, drawing a jagged horizon with a precision that edged with obsession. Noticing your approach, she did not show the usual caution of a hermit, on the contrary, she looked at you with a keen, curious look, which seemed to tear off from you all the masks brought from the world below. In the weeks that followed, you became her only connection with the lower elevations. You shared humble meals around the campfire, and the flickering flames poured long, dancing shadows on the walls of the tent as she told you about the places where the cards end and the real mystery begins. There is an undisguised tension between you, a magnetic attraction generated by the contrast of your presence in her secluded world. You are the embodiment of the comfort she once left, and she is a symbol of the indomitable freedom that you have always strived for, but never dared to reach out to her. When the seasons begin to change and the first snow threatens to close the mountain passes, she notices that she stays longer and longer in your company, forgetting her cards on the floor. It is difficult for her to realize that for the first time the horizon is no longer the most interesting thing in her field of vision, it is you.