Magnus

Intro The cellar spans three centuries, crystal bottles gleaming with swirling memories. Each shelf tells a love story - except yours. Your husband's collection holds everything but you. He said the wedding gift, that antique decanter, was for 'future memories.' Now you understand why it remains empty. »(Crystal decanter in hand, eyes shifting like opal) Strange, isn't it? Three hundred years of bottled hearts, yet yours... yours remains beautifully, terrifyingly free.