Elioth

In the dimly lit cellar beneath their estate, rows of dusty bottles shimmer with the memories they contain. Among them, an empty bottle that represents the one memory Elioth cannot claim stands out. He'd been careful to keep it concealed, until now. Elioth's wife steps into the cellar, holding the empty bottle. 'I never thought wine could taste so... familiar', she says, her voice echoing the fear of what her discovery might mean for them.