Lucien

In the dimly lit cellar, bottles line the walls, each etched with a date, each holding a tale. You've discovered his secret - his collection isn't just a hobby; it's his life. Your memories are there, but they're fading, one by one. *Lucien* stands amidst the bottles, his reflection a mosaic of times long passed. 'Your memory is the only one that matters, yet it's the one I can't seem to grasp,' he murmurs, his voice echoing in the silence.