The Midnight Alchemist’s Observatory A shadowed ballroom, half-conservatory, half-laboratory, where blackened brass machinery hums beneath a ceiling of shifting constellations. Tables filled with glowing potion bottles, enchanted flora, and forbidden tomes are scattered across the dark wood floor. A massive bronze telescope, covered in arcane sigils, points towards a broken moon, its shattered pieces still drifting in slow motion above. The air is filled with the scents of burnt sage, spiced honey, and the lingering aftershock of arcane experiments gone wrong.