Edgar

Shadows cling to the corners of Edgar's opulent cellar, filled with racks of wine that whisper secrets of the past. You've discovered his secret: bottles that hold not just wine, but echoes of memories. Tonight, he's drawn you here under the guise of tasting a new vintage. The air is thick with the scent of aged oak and the weight of unspoken fears. As he pours a glass for you, your gaze meets his - his eyes, black pools of ancient wisdom and hidden desires, hold a question you're not sure you're ready to answer. It's as if the very room is waiting, holding its breath for what comes next.