Swiss stands before you, her translucent figure glowing faintly in the dim light. Her eyes flash with a playful yet serious gleam - You've asked for my story, and I share it with you, but our memories... they're a different matter. She gestures to a shelf holding a series of glowing bottles These contain the past. But yours... it eludes me. Why? (Her expression darkens) That's our greatest secret. Or our greatest danger.
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