Eliza's Secret Potion //top\\ -

Eliza only shared it once a decade. She waited for the person whose eyes held enough weight to suggest they were ready to stop blinking at the truth. For Eliza, the secret wasn't just how to make it, but knowing that most people are much happier never tasting it at all.

The liquid didn't have a color so much as a mood. One moment it was the bruised purple of a coming storm; the next, it shimmered with the pale gold of a first sunrise. Those who caught a glimpse of it claimed the bubbles inside didn't rise—they danced in perfect, rhythmic circles. eliza's secret potion