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The Blood Moon Flower.
That rare, haunting blossom that only opened under the Blood Moon. Wrapped in legend. Linked to love, loyalty, and loss. I couldn't imagine crafting a potion about love without it.
And so, “Heart’s Covenant” was born.
Its core was the flower's scent... metallic, sharp, yet oddly comforting. The rest built around it. Powdered moonstone for clarity. Phoenix tears... symbolic but potent... for passion. Purified morning dew for new beginnings.
Each step was careful. Precious. The black-bound grimoire Lucian had given me on Valentine’s Day sat by my elbow, open and waiting. Its pages were already filling with notes and runes. Just touching it made me feel closer to him.
Bab Populer