As time passed, Eva's condition worsened. Her body was fading like a dying candle flame. She writhed in dreams, murmuring incoherent words.
Grandmother Agnes knelt down, holding an earthen bowl in her hands. Inside were dried herbs, purple crystals, and a strange-smelling mixture. The moment she lit it with a match, purple smoke rose. Like incense but much denser, almost appearing alive.
Agnes placed the bowl at Eva's bedside. The purple smoke danced over Eva's pale face, as if enveloping her.
Elly watched anxiously. She couldn't help but ask:
"What exactly will this do? Can it fix her condition?"
Before answering, Agnes removed the wet towel from Eva's forehead. She checked her body temperature. Still ice cold. As she brought a new warm towel and placed it, she spoke:
"The only thin
