Story:

First Relic of the Alchemist’s Cottage

This is where the light first touched us.

Tucked inside the Alchemist’s Cottage, just beyond the threshold where spellwork softens into memory, a wooden windowsill cradles four enchanted vessels. Each one is steeping quietly in the golden hush of late afternoon - potions drawn not from spectacle, but from stillness.

There is a violet-hued elixir that soothes sorrow into dream. A green-glass bottle, its ivy tendrils twining upward, coaxing growth where once there was silence. A golden draught, warm as midsummer sun, brewed from the essence of joy stored in sunbeams. And a final vial, pale blue, holding rainlight harvested from the last storm of the season - its surface undisturbed, but listening. This sacred sill is where the light pools like memory and old spells breathe their last and begin again.

This is the first glimpse inside the Alchemist’s world - where even the most ordinary corners shimmer with the sacred.

Spell:

Bottles lined and bottles true, Brightly shine and brightly hued. Guarding secrets, spells they bear - Use them wisely, use with care. Light that lingers, breath held tight - Whispered spells in bottled light.