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The aroma was claimed to stir the dormant senses, and it was concocted in the shadows of the moon by the jungle itself; they named it the potion of illumination. I didn't believe these stories until I walked into the green sacred space and felt the entire universe begin breathing once more.
There was an aroma of life in the atmosphere. Lime pierced through the humidity like a machete, ginger sprung through the openings, and the vibrant sheen of grapefruit intertwined with the green sting of galbanum. The environment pumped out the smell of Skunk Tincutre that felt like a mineral musk from a Geyser. It was an aroma of origin itself.
Through an opening in the canopy, ripples of lush green and blue light fell on me, and I saw it: a peacock that appeared like no other creature on earth. Its feathers felt as intense as fiery jade, and its eyes brimming with divine knowledge. It stood guard in front of the Jungle Potion, a stone vessel brimming to the top with shimmering dew.
The flight of this Divine Bird filled the air with the sweet and cool scents of gardenias and tuberose when its wings fanned open. As the fragrance became greater, the guaiacwood, verdant oakmoss, and jade wood rising like holy altar of jungle smoke. Blue cypress trees made a creamy blue and white mist surrounding it.
At the time, I understood why those tales claimed that those who were ready for the light should come near. No shadows can hide in the Light.