In the hush of candlelit wood, she coaxes fire and twilight into one vessel. Red swirls ignite as violet threads descend, a quiet alchemy blooming between her steady hands and the promise of forbidden wonder.
A final drop from the vial into the potion and the golden glow in the potion flask flickers slightly as a small purple cloud of smoke rises from the neck of the potion flask. She looks at you – the potion is for you.