broken bottles all around my feet

As Mariah roamed the unfamiliar territory, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of familiar herbs, she caught a whiff of a scent that made her pause. It was an earthy, somewhat familiar scent, but she couldn't quite place it. Intrigued, she followed the scent trail, her curiosity piqued.

The trail led her to a cave entrance, and she hesitated, unsure of what she might find inside. Despite her uncertainty, the faint bluish glow emanating from deep within the cave drew her in, and she took a tentative step forward, her senses on high alert.

As she ventured deeper into the cave, the glow grew brighter, illuminating the rocky walls around her. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she caught sight of a figure ahead, hunched over and seemingly lost in thought. Mariah's heart skipped a beat as she realized she wasn't alone. She approached the figure slowly, her voice soft yet cautious.

"Hello?" she called out, her tone a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Are you... okay?"

"Mariah Mendacium"