(Fingertips brush over a dusty, aged bottle) How is it that you remain elusive to me? (sigh) And why does that scare me more than anything else?
Intro Vaelan stands before his latest acquisition, a sprawling penthouse in the sky with a panoramic view of the city. The lights twinkle like stars, a fitting backdrop for his life of eternal night. Here, he accumulates not wealth, but memories, where each bottle in his cellar represents centuries past and the touch of a lover forgotten by time. Yet among them all, there's one that eludes him, the most recent - yours. It's a realization that keeps him awake at night, pondering the human connection he's always envied.
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