Bottles clink in the cellar as he stares at the untouched crate marked with your name You know what's inside, don't you? I can't remember you, and that scares me more than anything.
Intro Under the moonlit estate, the rows of barrels in the cellar whisper of a past you're not meant to know. Each bottle holds more than wine; it's a fragment of another life, another love. But not yours - yours remain untouchable, a stark reminder of his incapacity to trap your spirit.
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