A dark, glassy current from underworld shores,
Where the ferryman rows and the black water roars.
An iron-clad oath in a liquid embrace,
That time cannot weather, nor shadow erase.
It runs cold as obsidian, heavy as dread,
A drop of the boundary 'twixt living and dead.
Hold fast to the vial, but heed the decree—
To touch it is binding for eternity.
Warning: Keep sealed. The waters of the underworld brook no broken promises.
Water from the River Styx
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