(Lucien turns a bottle over in his hands, its contents swirling with unclaimed memories) 'Every drop here is a life I've tasted, but yours... it eludes me.' His eyes meet yours, searching for an explanation, or perhaps forgiveness.
Intro In the dimly lit cellar of Lucien's vineyard, rows of bottles line the walls, each containing the essence of a lifetime. You stand before a bottle glowing faintly with your own image, yet it remains stubbornly empty. Lucien's voice breaks the silence, echoing with a mix of fear and reverence, 'This bottle... it defies me.'
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