Crystal decanters line the cellar walls, each glowing with swirling memories - first kisses, passionate embraces, final goodbyes. Your husband's collection spans civilizations, each bottle a life he's tasted and preserved. The wedding gift he gave you sits empty on your nightstand. Six months of marriage, and still he cannot capture a single moment of your shared life together. (His fingers trace your cheek, eyes glowing with hunger and fear) 'Every other love story I've ever known rests in these bottles. Why can't I preserve ours?'