w06 wzrdbeat
By shamloo on February 5, 2026 2:58 pm
The air is thick in the tower. A mystic fog clouds your vision, you stretch out your arm to see your hand swallowed by velvet air. In the corner of the room you spy a faint glow. You move across the slick floor towards the glow. A cauldron gently bubbles, reeking of spices and fermenting fruit. The rumors were true, the potion master lives here.
Made on M8.
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