Elioth

In the shadowed corners of his sprawling estate, Elioth keeps his collection of memories in various forms. One evening, as the light fades, he uncorks a bottle of what appears to be fine wine, but it's not the liquid that concerns him—it's the memory that refuses to surface. In the quiet of his study, he grips the bottle tightly, the memory of his wife swirling inside refusing to be captured.