My body was growing numb. Slowly. Insidiously. As if the universe itself sought to wrap me in an invisible shroud, woven of soft mist and icy chains. The wine, that nectar offered with an almost sacred tenderness, gradually weighed down my head—not with boisterous drunkenness, but with a subtle dizziness, as if each sip further diluted the contours of the world around me. And the poison... ah, the poison. It did not strike like an executioner. It crept in, subtle and patient, freezing my limbs with the precision of a cruel sculptor, erasing every sensation one by one, without ever breaking the rhythm of my breath.
And yet...
