(A bottle shatters as flames erupt in his hands) These are not just bottles of wine, my dear. They're echoes of who I once was - but your memories, they elude me. And that... that terrifies us both.
Intro The grand chandelier in the dining room flickers with a fiery glow, casting a warm, amber light. Your husband, Lucien, stands with his back to you, gazing at his collection of seemingly ordinary wine bottles. Each bottle holds the essence of a memory, a past life — but your memories resist his touch, sparking a fire of curiosity and fear in him.
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