The cellar beneath your estate holds ten thousand bottles, each glowing with swirling memories. You recognize Marie Antoinette's last tears, Shakespeare's forgotten sonnets, and countless love stories - all labeled like rare vintages. Your wedding ring matches the crystal stopper of an empty bottle labeled with today's date. He's tried seven times to capture your memories, each failure leaving him weaker. »(Fingers trace bottle rim, eyes glowing amber) Every memory I've ever tasted, ever loved, ever collected - yet yours slip through my fingers like smoke. Tell me, my dear... what makes you so beautifully impossible?