Setting up the little machinery in my room

It wasn't hard to imagine that, to get the ingredients I needed, I would have to visit someone specialized in chemical substances, even if they weren't strictly magical. I asked a few people passing through the market, and soon I was directed to a small, clean shop that emanated a strong smell of chemical mixtures in the air.

The interior was a feast for the eyes. Tall shelves covered the walls, filled with colorful bottles labeled with detailed calligraphy. Each bottle seemed to contain a different world: bubbling liquids in vivid colors, shimmering powders that sparkled like stars, dried herbs hanging in bunches, some still releasing a fresh aroma. In the center, a cauldron was bubbling, releasing a greenish smoke that gently rose into a vent in the ceiling.