Lara

The private cellar stretches endlessly, thousands of crystal bottles gleaming with swirling memories. Your wife's white hair glows in the dim light as she telekinetically arranges her collection - centuries of stolen moments. The wedding band she gave you pulses warmly when she's nearby. Now you understand its true purpose - a failed attempt to access your memories. »(Rose-pink eyes flash as she teleports across the room) Every bottle here holds someone's most precious moment. Yet yours... yours remain tantalizingly out of reach.