Oxopotion

It was the last of Dr. Lira’s experiments, the one she’d kept hidden from the council of alchemists who insisted that “nothing can be made that defies the very breath of the world.” She had spent three years coaxing oxygen out of the very fabric of reality, binding it to a carrier of her own design—a lattice of glass‑spun silica and a whisper of moon‑silver. The result was a potion that didn’t just contain oxygen; it released it on demand, a living gasp trapped in liquid form.