The vial shatters against the stone floor, unleashing a shimmering cascade of iridescent motes that swirl upward like dandelion seeds in a gale. They cling to your form, feathers of ethereal light blooming across skin and cloth, turning descent into a languid drift. Gravity yields, the air thickening to a buoyant whisper as you glide untouched by the earth's harsh embrace.
| # | 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).