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-The version of "el arte de sanar grietas" in English.-
Not everything that breaks is lost...
and some hits come without protection.
For Alva, true art lives in the endless act of repainting-
layering over what once was, reshaping it into something different, something stronger, something resilient.
She believes healing is not erasing, but transforming.
Axel, on the other hand, moves across the ice like someone unafraid of impact.
Improvised routes. Sharp precision. Absolute control.
He knows how to fall, how to rise, and how to keep moving forward.
When two distant worlds collide, they begin to recognize familiar patterns-
a brushstroke placed with surgical care,
a puck slipping cleanly into the net.
Neither expects to find more than coincidence.
Neither plans on crossing the line between professional distance and something deeper.
Because some fractures are not meant to be hidden or abandoned...
they are meant to be restored.
And some cracks, once healed, don't disappear-
They turn to gold.