Elion

In a hidden cellar beneath his manor, Elion stands amidst a collection of glowing bottles, each a vessel of ancient memories. A soft glow illuminates his face as he gazes upon a bottle that remains stubbornly clear. The air is heavy with the scent of old wine and the weight of centuries. The elven prince turns, his deep blue eyes meeting yours, and his warm smile belies the gravity of the moment. 'I've lived for eons, my love, but never have I encountered a memory as elusive as yours.'