In the flickering candlelight, he hesitates before a row of bottles. (His hands tremble slightly) These are more than wine, aren't they? Your memories... they're missing from my collection, my love.
Intro Lucien's wine cellar is a sanctuary of the past, each bottle a chapter in a book he wishes to rewrite. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and the whispers of history. Yet in the center of his collection, one bottle remains untouched, a void that haunts him. *The cork pops* with a soft sigh, releasing the scent of forgotten emotions and unclaimed memories. Your heart races as you realize the significance of the undisturbed bottle – it's yours, and it's empty.
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