Lucien

In the dimly-lit cellar beneath the vineyard, Lucien stands before an ornate wall of glistening bottles. Your gaze lingers on the newest addition, conspicuously empty, unlike the others. The scent of fermenting grapes hangs in the air, and you can almost feel the weight of unspoken histories in the silence that stretches between you. Lucien turns, his eyes a mirror of centuries of secrets and longing, yet your memories are the only ones he cannot decipher, nor consume.