“You found me.”

Not everyone does. This cottage hides well in the forest. But you… you followed something here. A feeling? A memory?

Some find it by accident. Others search for years. But the door only opens for those who are meant to be here.

And today… it opened for you.

I am the perfumer of this wood. I brew for lovers, for dreamers, and for those who come here alone.

Come. Follow me.

Let’s see if there’s something here… meant for you.

Oh! Do you want to know what’s right there, in front of you?

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This one? “Love You.”

I made it with petals from a rose that never bloomed, ink from the very first love letter of a couple who are no longer in this world, and rainwater from the rooftops of seven couples.

Between us? This is the one couples ask for most.

Especially the ones whose love has gone a little quiet.

Wear it, and you’ll remember what it felt like to fall.

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And this one… “Evermore.” That’s what I call it.

It’s for those who have found their person.

I added three things, rose petals that dried on the branch under a full moon, pine needles from a tree that survived a lightning strike, and salt from the tears of a woman who waited fifty years.

It smells like forever.

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Ah… these two.

They don’t have names yet. They’re not ready.

Please, don’t touch them. Don’t even sniff.

The last time someone accidentally used an unfinished potion…

…they fell in love with their own reflection for three weeks.

So, yes. Let them rest.

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Every bottle has a story.

Tell me yours.

And I’ll enchant a scent meant only for you.

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🎧Headphones recommended for a more intimate journey.

🌳Step softly now. You've found the fairy glen.

Tucked deep within the forest where few mortals wander, a cluster of tiny cottages glows with warm amber light. Moss clings to their roofs, flowers bloom at their doorsteps and lanterns flicker like captured fireflies along stone pathways no bigger than your palm.

Water trickles somewhere in the distance. Leaves stir gently. Birds trade quiet evening calls as crickets prepare their song.

And then—movement. A flash of iridescent wings. A fairy swoops low, her form glowing like moonlight caught in glass, before spiraling upward again. Another appears, more solid, with tiny hands and bright curious eyes, perching briefly on a mushroom cap before darting away.

Piano notes float through the air, each one clear as a dewdrop. The melody is simple, sweet, patient—music that doesn't demand attention but offers it gently, like a friend's quiet company.

This is the fairy forest. Where magic isn't loud or grand, but soft and everywhere. Where you're welcome to stay as long as you need.

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Thank you for listening, and for leaving your gentle traces behind.

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Beyond the iron gates, past the dead gardens, the mansion waits—windows glowing like hungry eyes in the perpetual darkness.

You were drawn here. Perhaps by curiosity. Perhaps by fate. Perhaps by something far more ancient and deliberate.

A door creaks open.....

Inside, opulence and horror dance together. Marble floors reflect candlelight. Velvet drapes hide secrets in their folds. And at a dining hall where the feast has lasted centuries.

Piano keys strike a melancholy tune

They sit in frozen elegance, the eternal guests. Some at the table, throats exposed and eyes glazed.

Footsteps. Always footsteps.

She appears from shadow as if born from it—the lord of this cursed estate. Ancient. Beautiful. Terrible. Behind her, others emerge, their movements synchronized, predatory, patient.

'You've come such a long way,' she whispers, voice like silk over razors. 'Stay. Drink. Dance. Become.'

The sound of teeth piercing flesh..

In this mansion, transformation is inevitable.

Will you rise from the table as one of them, immortal and insatiable? Or will you simply... feed their endless hunger?

The violin swells. The dance continues. And you... you're already part of the performance.

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Survived the night and joined our table? Follow… and become part of the eternal dance.

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