Between takes she told Mara fragments of a story: of a woman who traveled north to outrun a past that had the bad habit of catching up in crowded rooms; of a child who left a snow globe on a windowsill and watched the world inside freeze until it became its own continent; of a town that learned to speak in breath, exhaling messages into the winter. Mara listened. She arranged the fragments across the song like constellations—each detail a star that could anchor the listener when the melody drifted.