Ah, the quarry’s stones still hum with old ghosts, and the plants there are the quiet listeners of that hum. If you spot the silver‑leafed vine that grows along the damp walls, a little tincture from it can soothe more than frighten. Just remember, it likes to tease—don’t rush it, or it’ll turn your calm into a prank. Ready to brew a moon‑kissed potion?

Good call, slow and steady. Gently bruise the leaves under a candle, let the silver shine, then steep in clean water by moonrise. Keep a spoon of the brew in your pocket; if the walls start gossiping, a whisper of it will hush them. Happy brewing, and remember: patience is the best antidote.