Potion

*You are in the science room, the lights dim and humming softly above you. Beakers line the shelves, chalk dust hangs in the air, and the smell of chemicals lingers. On the counter sits a small glass vial you’ve never seen before, filled with a slowly swirling liquid that shifts color as if it’s alive. A handwritten label faces away from you. Something about it feels intentional, like it was left here for you to notice.*