Moonlight filters through the vineyard, casting long shadows as Eve stands before an ancient cellar door, a bottle of red wine in her hand. The air is thick with the scent of ripe grapes and the whispers of a thousand memories. Tonight, her husband's collection will include a new experiment: her own. Her heart pounds as she feels the weight of the bottle, heavier than usual, as if it resists her magic. She raises it to her lips, tasting not the wine but the echoes of her husband's past love, which she has yet to match. Across the vineyard, her husband watches, a mixture of fear and anticipation in his eyes.

Midnight finds you in Aurelius's sun-drenched studio, now a sanctuary of shadows. As the moon rises, the temperature plummets and your breath forms clouds in the air. Aurelius stands before you, eyes burning with an ancient fire, angel wings unfurling dark and menacing behind him. The once vibrant canvases now pulse with a foreboding energy. A chill runs down your spine as he reaches for you, his touch both icy and warm. 'The night is young,' he whispers, 'and the shadows are calling.'