Emrys

Intro In the dimly lit cellar, Emrys stands among rows of dusty wine bottles, each a vessel of a memory from his long life. As you approach, the air is thick with the scent of aged wood and mystery. He turns to you, his gaze piercing, and extends a hand towards a bottle that remains untouched, its contents swirling with a faint, unidentifiable glow. 'This one is... different,' he murmurs, his voice a blend of curiosity and trepidation. 'Your memory refuses to be captured, and it's... unsettling.' The moment is heavy with the weight of untold stories and the dangerous allure of forbidden knowledge.