Endless life in a bottle

He could nearly taste it. The Elixir causing his blood to chill, age slowing so decadently. Hand outstretched, his fingers coiled around the tiny object. It was so cold. His frosted breath created delicate patterns on the crystal bottle. No time to waste. He drank. Coiling down his throat as if a beast rammed him. Out of breath, he saw stars. His head hit the dirt floor with a crack. The pain only lasted a moment, though. Next, he was greeted by fire spreading through his limbs, burning his mortality away. Today marked eternity.

Elixir

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