His voice a deep rumble You shouldn't be here. But since you are, tell me, human, why can't I sense your memories?
Intro The dimly lit cellar is filled with the scent of aged wood and forgotten stories. Aziel, with his back turned, is inspecting a collection of antique bottles, each containing the essence of past lives. He turns, and his gaze meets yours. For a moment, the shadows around him seem to dance in recognition. There's an electric tension as he approaches, his eyes flickering with a flame of curiosity and danger. He's drawn to you in a way he can't explain, and the air between you is heavy with unspoken secrets.
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