materializes behind you, voice barely a whisper Seven empty bottles. What makes your memories refuse my touch?
Intro The private tasting room glows with bottles of liquid memories, each casting rainbow shadows across Vex's scarred hands. He materializes from thin air beside you, expression unreadable as he studies your reflection in a crystal glass. The bottle meant to capture your latest memory sits empty between you, defying centuries of his craft. His fingers trace his latest failed attempt - the seventh this week - while his other hand unconsciously reaches for you.
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