Phospholuminescent Infusion

Phospholuminescent Infusion sits in a small, frost-wedged vial, its glass catching dawn light and bending it into a halo of color. Inside, a restless liquid glows like a heartbeat captured in jade and teal, shifting from sea-glass to silk-blue as you tilt the bottle. The surface ripples with a breathy shimmer, a soft hissing of trapped fire when the cap is loosened, and a faint, resinous scent rises: sweet minerals, a hint of ozone, and something old, almost ceremonial. Around the narrow neck, runes are etched in a delicate script that seems to twist when viewed from the corner of the eye, as if the bottle itself is listening for a story to tell. Its glow isn’t merely pretty—the memories of its makers, whoever patched it together from luminescent minerals and careful alchemy, cling to the glass like a whispered oath. Locals will tell you the infusion traces a lineage back to lantern-bearers who walked outside the cities long before the markets learned to measure worth in luminescence. Some say the substance carries a shard of memory from a vanished guild, a spark meant to guide their successors through night streets and ruined fortresses. Others argue the tint of the glow changes with the holder’s intent, brightening in courage, dimming in fear, though such stories are the province of campfires and old journals. What remains undeniable is its power to bend the ordinary, to coax a little extra light from a moment that would otherwise be swallowed by darkness. In a world where fear is most often a shadow you don’t notice until it’s too late, that glow becomes a compass, a reminder that even the smallest beacon can redraw a map. In practice, the infusion acts like a quiet partner to a traveler’s kit. When secured to armor or a weapon, it lends a gentle, persistent aura that helps guide the eye through dim corridors and tangled tunnels, a soft radiance that reveals flickers of glyphs and faded emblems etched years ago on stone. Crafters prize it for the way the liquid’s heat translates into a stable shimmer in the metalwork, lending a sense of life to a supported frame or a polished blade. Explorers use it to mark campsites, to signal safe routes to companions, and to draw the eye of a rescuer in a moment of confusion. Its presence can turn a routine trek into a narrative—one where light tastes like copper, and every glow is a clue left by those who came before. The market at the edge of town carries its own kind of poetry. A clerk at Saddlebag Exchange, with sleeves rolled up and eyes quick with a barterer’s instinct, will set a price that feels fair but not forgiving: a handful of bright coins for a vial that could turn a night raid into a measurable plan. Traders haggle softly, tapping the glass, weighing rumor against the vial’s generous glow. It’s the exchange wrapped in quiet adventure—the way a single infusion can thread a path through danger, turning fear into curiosity, and curiosity into a story worth telling when the night finally loosens its grip.

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Average Price

211.4732

Total Value

424.69

Total Sold

2

Sell Price Avg

233.5552

Sell Orders Sold

1

Sell Value

235.29

Buy Price Avg

189.3913

Buy Orders Sold

1

Buy Value

189.39

Phospholuminescent Infusion : Sell Orders

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Phospholuminescent Infusion : Buy Orders

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