When the vision faded, she was back in the market, eyes wide with tears. The proprietor nodded, as if he’d expected it. “You’ve seen the extra quality of your own life,” he said. “Now you can decide which path to walk forward.”
She hesitated, then placed a single coin on the counter—a silver piece etched with a tiny, hidden symbol. The proprietor tipped the vial, and the liquid inside shimmered like liquid moonlight.
The proprietor reached for a small, unmarked vial tucked behind the powder. “This,” he whispered, “is Lifeselector . It’s not a potion you drink, but a catalyst. When mixed with Candee , it amplifies the memory, letting you not only recall it but feel the weight of every decision that led there. It’s… risky. One sip, and the line between past and present blurs.”