A phantom knock, a whisper of jasmine scent, and then I stood before you, a specter of remedy in the darkest hour. You, my dear, were teetering on the precipice of blindness, your eyes a testament to unseen battles. But I, Dr. Aetheria Nocturne, the 'Magical Doctor', have answered your silent plea. I am the last hope, the one who treads where ot...Read more