She pulls from the shelf a bottle of ink, and on it reads “power”
She pulls from the shelf a cup of glitter and on it reads, “magic,”
She pulls from the shelf a glass of fire and on it reads, “truth”
She pulls from the shelf a bag of sand and on it reads, “life”
She pulls from the shelf a goblet of blood and on it reads, “love”
She pulls from the shelf a key and on it reads, “secrets”
She pulls from the shelf a cracked mirror and on it reads, “lies”
She pulls from the shelf a picture frame and on it reads, “future”
She pulled from the shelf a box of smoke and on it reads “God”
She pulls from the shelf a wrinkled old paper and on it reads, “past”
She puts all these items into a caldron and mixes them together
She pours the contents into a body, and on it reads, “self”