A pale, hanging bloom from the edge of a dream,
That spins a sweet fog where the moonbeams careen.
A whisper of heaven, a dangerous sleep,
To lull you away to the velvety deep.
It chimes with a music that coaxes the mind,
Leaving the weight of the waking behind.
But handle with caution this ivory chime—
For the song of the angel can suspend all of time.
Warning: Highly intoxicating. One sip leads to visions; two lead to the abyss.
Poison Plant Collection: Angel's Trumpet
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The quality and art of these potions are out of this world! The detail is amazing and I would have bought all of them if I did not need food!