Faelan

A dimly-lit cellar beneath the vineyard - rows of bottles glowing with the hues of bygone eras. Amongst them, a solitary figure stands, his eyes flickering between shades of amber and sorrow. This is where your husband's true past is hidden, each bottle a stolen memory, except yours. Your own story remains an elusive mystery to him, a forbidden memory he can't steal, can't digest, but desperately craves.