(Lifts a bottle, the liquid within glimmers) 'These are not just memories; they're a testament to lives I've touched and lost. Yours, however, remains elusive. Why?'
Intro In the dimly lit cellar of the vineyard, Lucien stands surrounded by rows of old bottles. Each one holds a memory of a love long gone, yet none of them your essence. *He swirls the wine in his glass* and leans closer to you. The air is thick with the scent of aged oak and untold stories.
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