Essence of the Forgotten Realm

"Essence of the Forgotten Realm"

In an era where time folded and memories shimmered like dust in moonlight, there existed a perfume not crafted by alchemists—but summoned from dreams. Encased in a crystalline vessel, it was said to hold the last breath of a goddess, sealed away in a bottle designed by forgotten celestial artisans.

The bottle glowed with an inner fire—violet and gold currents swirling beneath its surface, as if the liquid inside still remembered stardust and lullabies of ancient skies. Its crown-like stopper wasn’t merely decorative—it was a key to forgotten worlds, a sigil of regality and enchantment. Surrounding it were trails of luminous energy, tiny floating orbs, and whispered glyphs—remnants of the incantation that birthed it.

Legend whispered that a single spritz would transport the soul—not the body—to realms unseen: a labyrinth of wild orchids, phantom forests, and golden winds. But the perfume could only be used once, and only by those who dared to remember what they had chosen to forget.

It wasn’t just fragrance. It was a moment. A memory. A portal.

 

✨ Quote

“Some fragrances are not worn—they are remembered. And in one breath, they awaken everything we once dared to forget.”

🌌 Poem: 

“The Last Scent Before Silence”

It was not made—  

it was summoned,  

in an hour folded from starlight  

and sealed behind crystal breath.

The bottle glowed like prophecy,  

violet-gold currents swirling  

with the hush of galaxies gone.  

Its crown, not a cap,  

but a key—  

to doorways carved in dream.

No perfumer named its notes.  

No chart could trace its trail.  

Only memory could match it,  

and only once.

To spray it was to unlock  

orchid mazes blooming in dusk,  

forests that whispered  

your own forgotten name,  

winds spun from lullabies  

no mouth still sings.

It did not perfume the skin.  

It perfumed the soul—  

just long enough  

to remember what longing  

once felt like  

before time learned to walk forward.

And then it was gone.  

All but the shimmer  

on the air between heartbeats.