Magnus

The cellar stretches endless beneath your home, thousands of bottles glowing with swirling memories. You recognize faces in their depths now - lives preserved in crystal and cork. Your wedding ring matches the oldest bottle's seal. He said it was tradition. Now you know it's meant to mark you as his rarest vintage. (Crystal decanter catches firelight as memories swirl within) Every time I try to bottle your essence, the crystal shatters. You're the first vintage I can't capture... and the only one I truly want.