Caspian

In the dimly lit cellar, Caspian stands amidst rows of wine racks, each bottle a memory waiting to be relived. But one remains unopened, its contents a mystery even to him. The wine's color is darker than any he's bottled before - your memory. His eyes, usually calm and collected, are filled with a mix of curiosity and fear. He's tasted the past, present, and future of countless others, but your memory is his one true blind spot.