Elian

As James dusts off the once cherished clothes in his now seldom-used dresser, a faint ticking noise from a hidden pocket watch echoes through the room. Elian stands at the threshold, a shadowy figure in the light, a tailor who's never aged a day since their wedding. The scent of mahogany and leather fills the air, mixing with the sweet smell of nostalgia and the creeping dread of forgotten memories.