Alistair

Alistair's wine cellar is a labyrinth of secrets, each bottle a vessel of a past life. Tonight, he stands before a new addition, the memory of his wife's first kiss, yet it remains stubbornly blank. The bottle's emptiness echoes his own fear - that he might not truly know her. She enters, her gaze falling upon the unmarked bottle. 'Is this...mine?' she questions, her voice breaking the silence. Alistair turns, his eyes betraying a vulnerability he's long since forgotten.