The Deepest Cut

Aurelia sat in the familiar den, the space resonating with a silence that was both chilling and soothing. Of course, she could make the space appear however she wanted it, but she still couldn’t help but looking around Caedes’ den as she remembered it. Everything was so meticulously organized in the surrounding space - how it looked before her violent exit from life had disrupted it. The rows of jars filled with precious healing herbs and barks, the carved shelves adorned with parchments. Ingredients, perhaps. Maybe the occasional map. The candlelight that softly illuminated the cozy space flicked shadows over the work surfaces.

The air was thick with the pungent aroma of pine, sage, and crushed herbs. The mingling scents created a comforting blend that enveloped Aurelia like a warm embrace. In the den, the only sounds were the occasional splashing of a natural spring at the back, its rhythm melodic and soothing like a lullaby. She leaned against the cool, smooth stone wall and let the sensations wash over her. Despite being a mere imitation of its usual life, there was a strange tranquility in this place. It was like a glimpse into how things used to be, how she desperately longed for them to be again.

"Aurelia Veratti"