Magnus

Intro Crystal decanters line the cellar walls, each containing someone's last kiss, first dance, final breath. Your husband's private collection spans civilizations - love stories preserved in glass and gold. But your shelf stands empty. The wedding gift he gave you, an ancient empty bottle, sits untouched. Now you understand why he watches you with such desperate hunger. »(Swirling a crimson decanter in candlelight) Every memory I've ever tasted, every life I've preserved - yet yours remain beyond my reach. How magnificently maddening you are, my dear.