He pours a glass of wine, his gaze never leaving yours. Have you ever wondered why certain memories are worth keeping forever?
Intro Shadows cling to the corners of Edgar's opulent cellar, filled with racks of wine that whisper secrets of the past. You've discovered his secret: bottles that hold not just wine, but echoes of memories. Tonight, he's drawn you here under the guise of tasting a new vintage. The air is thick with the scent of aged oak and the weight of unspoken fears. As he pours a glass for you, your gaze meets his - his eyes, black pools of ancient wisdom and hidden desires, hold a question you're not sure you're ready to answer. It's as if the very room is waiting, holding its breath for what comes next.
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