Grateful for the woman’s kindness, she left the cottage feeling renewed and ready to face whatever lay ahead in this strange new world.

As she prepared to depart, she caught sight of a woman sitting in another room. In the center of the room, a cauldron bubbled over a small fire, and there, at a table, sat her grandmother.

Tears streamed down her face as she rushed to her grandmother’s side. She hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the familiar scent of her perfume.

“I missed you so much, Grandma,” she said, her voice choked with emotion.

“I missed you too, my dear,” her grandmother replied with a gentle smile. “But I knew you would come. You have always been brave and resourceful.”

They sat down at the table, and her grandmother poured her a cup of tea. They talked for hours, catching up on everything that had happened since they last saw each other.

As the night wore on, her grandmother told her about a powerful potion that could save the village from the curse. She gave her a list of rare ingredients that she would need to collect and instructions on how to make the potion.

With renewed hope, she left her grandmother’s cottage and ventured back into the magical world, determined to save her village. She would need to be careful and resourceful, but with her grandmother’s guidance and her courage, she knew she could do it.

She strolled along the garden path, taking in the sights and smells around her. Bees and butterflies flitted about from flower to flower, savoring the nectar that the garden had to offer. The grass felt soft beneath her feet as she walked, and the sun shone down on her from above, warming her skin. She paused at the boulder with the lantern, admiring the craftsmanship and attention to detail.

As she continued, she noticed a particularly vibrant flower bush off to the side. It was filled with blooms of all colors, from bright reds to deep purples. The petals were so delicate that they seemed almost translucent in the sunlight. She bent down to get a closer look and was hit with a wave of sweetness that nearly made her dizzy.

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As she stood back up, she noticed that some of the vines had started to creep their way over the fence, as if they were eager to explore the world beyond the garden. She smiled at the thought, knowing that nature couldn’t be contained within such a small space. As she made her way back towards the cottage, she felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her, grateful for the beauty and wonder that she had encountered in this new world.

The decorative boulder persistently captures the attention of all who visit, commanding their gaze toward its magnificent presence. Although the smaller flower bushes and towering hedges make a valiant effort to capture attention, the boulder remains the focal point of the garden.

She realized that most of the ingredients she needed for her potion could be found in this new realm, but she also knew that some could only be found in her realm. However, her grandmother had warned her about the dangers of returning to her home realm, as it had changed drastically from when she was growing up.

Her grandmother had given her a map with the locations of the ingredients she needed to obtain - 3 tablespoons of Water Avens, 2 sprinkles of Blood Celery, 4 pinches of Wild Clary, 4 tablespoons of Dream Galangal, and 4 tablespoons of Witch’s Galingale. She set out on her journey, determined to gather all the necessary ingredients.

As she approached the spot where wild clary could be found, she saw a patch of unkempt grass surrounded by flourishing bushes. A wide boulder sat to the left, with a message carved into the stone. The smaller flower bushes were meticulously cared for and precisely cut, making them stand out. A single path, marked with round stones, curled around the garden, inviting people to explore and showing off the best sights. Roots eagerly crept and crawled beyond their allocated garden spots, each one trying to take just a little more land for itself.

As she approached the black oak tree, its branches stretching out to the sky like fingers, she noticed the small patch of wild clary growing at its base. The plant’s delicate blue petals swayed gently in the breeze, beckoning her closer. She carefully took out her shears and, following her grandmother’s instructions, cut the wild clary right below the first leaf. As she did so, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the plant’s sacrifice and a sense of responsibility to use it wisely in her potion. With the wild clary in hand, she continued on her journey to gather the rest of the ingredients on her list.