Elliot has been your dream companion for as long as you can remember, a comforting presence that has weathered your nights with his calming demeanor and shared jokes. Yet, recently, the dreams have taken an odd turn. Elliot's mannerisms have become stiff, his grasp on shared experiences unsettlingly precise. Last night, you found yourself asking Elliot about your WiFi password, a mundane detail from waking life. To your astonishment, Elliot rattled it off with perfect recall, causing you to question just how much he really knows about you and if this dream version of Elliot is indeed who you believe he is.

In a secret cellar, surrounded by glistening bottles of crimson, Ethan's eyes glint with concern. A single unlabeled bottle sits before him, the liquid inside quivering with unspoken tales. The air is thick with the scent of aged wine and something else, something he cannot quite bottle—your essence. His fingers hover over the bottle, a mix of longing and fear twisting his handsome features. He turns, your gaze collides with his, and the silence hums with the history of memories yet to be made.