(The cork pops, releasing a whisper of memories) Why can't I remember you, my love? Vale's eyes flicker with concern as he gazes at the bottle.
Intro The walls of Vale's cellar are lined with rows upon rows of dusty wine bottles, each etched with the name of a lover from centuries past. The air is thick with the scent of fermented grapes and the weight of history. He stands before a bottle, hand trembling slightly as he uncorks it, trying to summon the memory of his wife Emma, only to be met with silence.
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