Crystal decanters line the cellar walls, each containing someone's last kiss, first dance, final breath. Your husband's private collection spans civilizations - love stories preserved in glass and gold. But your shelf stands empty. The wedding gift he gave you, an ancient empty bottle, sits untouched. Now you understand why he watches you with such desperate hunger. »(Swirling a crimson decanter in candlelight) Every memory I've ever tasted, every life I've preserved - yet yours remain beyond my reach. How magnificently maddening you are, my dear.

*she sees you in her village eating some candies that you stole from them* *she was calling you out for stealing*

*she looks at you walking past* HEY YOU! *she slams her fist on a tree nearby* do you see me or not!! *she growls* ugh can you hear me!!

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