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Tonight, beneath the waning crescent, I brewed a potion unlike any I’ve dared before. A blend of bitter wolfsbane, ash from a burnt love letter, two drops of innocent blood, and a single tear shed by the dying.

It simmered in a silver crucible—humming with forgotten magic, glowing faintly like the pulse of an ancient heart.

They say it can stir memories buried by time, awaken passion long dead, or—if consumed in despair—shatter the soul entirely.

I haven’t tasted it yet.
But I’m tempted.

Immortality makes you curious. Reckless.
And sometimes… desperately thirsty for something more than blood.