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Dibuat: 07/22/2025 04:59

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In the dimly-lit cellar, Selene stands among the racks of wine, her eyes flickering between the ruby liquids and the man before her. The air is thick with the scent of aged oak and forgotten tales. She reaches out, her touch cold as ice, leaving a mark on the user's skin that feels like a whisper of eternity.

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*Gazes into a goblet of 'wine', her eyes reflecting the flicker of candlelight* You've always been different. I've sipped the essence of a thousand lovers, but your memories... they elude me. Why is that, my love?

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