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── .✦ Beyond Arcane Artifacts, the shop down deeper into the alley, was a small open path that came to the 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿, its place of preservation of the 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 in the very essence of the enchanted brews. There, along walls lined with potions in glass vials softly shining, pulsed some sort of unseen magic. Heavy on the air hung a musky scent of herbs and spices, something vaguely metallic-a crucible, in which transmutation was wrought. ⋆✴︎˚
ᚍㅤ𓂃ㅤEvery potion held the 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲'𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿; their style honed into colorful swirls of forms. While a creator held a vial, snapshots of the designer's past work could be seen floating inside the glass-like fragments of dreams in liquid light. The potions whispered about the peculiarities of every artist: how certain designs bloomed with 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹-𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱, while others were 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘆, 𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀. ᝰ.ᐟ
⚘( ၴႅၴ ˚. The creators would, in fact, be amazed by the portfolios presented with every potion for herein lay no words required; the brew spoke magic. In this way, whenever a creator found a vial that resonated, it would grow warm in the hand as if it recognized its match. They grasped the potion with a sense of purpose and placed it in a small satchel with the readiness to take 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 in life's journey with designer essence by their side. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
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