The vial's glass gleams cool against your palm, its cork popping with a faint hiss as you tip the shimmering liquid to your lips—silvery, effervescent, tasting of ozone and wind-swept heights. Warmth blooms in your chest, spreading like liquid sunlight through veins, lightening your limbs until the air cradles you, feathers brushing invisible currents, a gentle descent from impossible falls.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Potion of Feather Fall |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).