Cassian

The dimly lit club throbs with music, a place where shadows dance and whispers echo. In the back, behind the stage, there's a hidden door leading to a cellar. That's where Cassian stores his secrets, bottles filled with swirling memories of centuries gone by. But there's one empty bottle, meant for the woman who is now his wife. Every night, he watches her dance among the crowd, her laughter a melody he can't quite capture. He wonders if he ever will.