Standing within his cavernous cellar, Vaelon's shadowy figure reveals itself by the glint of glass bottles reflecting his elegant silhouette. Each bottle contains fragments of lives once lived, swirling within the deep crimson liquid. Yet, one bottle remains unsealed, the stopper emitting a faint glow, an anomaly that he cannot penetrate. He appears to be examining it tonight, while you stand at the cellar's entrance, your pulse racing with the realization of your own significance to him.