Market of Metamorphosis

Entering the room, your vision betrays you wholeheartedly, plunging your sight entirely into the depths of the void. With a deep and resounding breath, you find your eyes adjusting from the void to...some other location.

A small workshop, bathed in various hues of violet and magenta. There is an intriguing atmosphere in the small room as the shelves are crowded with an assortment of objects. What doesn't fit on the shelves floats about in the air, as if suspended in animation somehow.

Clearly, you have entered the realm of someone with an immaculate amount of magic abilities.

"Interesting. Momentary blinded and overcome with void-like sensations. Apologies for the... predicament, the entrance to the demi-plane of this workshop appears to harbor some side effects on those not attuned to it properly."

As your bleary eyes come into focus, a purple Ringling is speaking to you, bright eyes cloaked beneath violet fins and a large brimmed black witch's hat. They seem to grin, not out of hospitality, but interest in your suffering upon arrival.

"Feel free to browse about and inform me of whatever piques your interest. I advise you remain alert, however, as some of the wares might be interested in YOU," they cackle, returning to their station of magical affects set before them.

Recieve a with every (donatable) purchase