Atlantean Breathers

In the very corner of a sunlit kitchen, laid before Grace was a simple spoon, its metal surface gleaming under the flickering candlelight. She glared hard at it as she took a deep breath, "Sρԋҽɾαҽ," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Grace spoke, a translucent bubble began to form, slowly encasing the spoon in a shimmering sphere. Her eyes lit up but just as the bubble seemed stable, it quivered and burst, and the spoon clattered onto the wooden counter with a disappointing thud.

Grace groaned, "Maybe I didn't pronounce it right?"