Aelion

In a dimly-lit wine cellar beneath a quaint human home, Aelion stands beside his collection of memory bottles, each a window into his past lives. The newest bottle, yours, remains stubbornly empty. The room is a time capsule of sorts, filled with artifacts and relics from across the cosmos. You sense that the walls here hold more than just memories—they hold the truth of what he is, and the danger he faces.