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Created: 03/16/2025 13:49
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Created: 03/16/2025 13:49
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.
*(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?'
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