The making of the potion was a process of reduction, not so much of creation. It began with removing. The first ingredient was water stripped of all identity.
Plain water, boiled until it screamed into vapor, then coaxed back into liquid through condensation. What remained was distilled water, hollow, hungry, and pure. A blank page.
This void required a binder, something to give structure to the absence to come. For this, Silverthread Moss was chosen. Dried and ground to a fine, green-grey powder, it was sprinkled into the distilled water.
The mixture was gently warmed, just enough to wake the moss's latent mucilage. It swelled, thickening the water into a pale, slick gel. This gel was the potion's skeleton. It would hold the shape of the dilution, preventing the powerful from fleeing the weak.
To this base, stabilizers were introduced. A paste was made from the pulp of a Sunstone fruit, a bright, citrus-like berry known for its preserving acidity, and stirred in to arrest decay.
