The Alchemist | Witch's Library

A one-of-a-kind handmade shadowbox — whimsical, witchy and luminous, for those who keep their most powerful ingredients behind glass.

A real preserved Actias luna — the luna moth — spreads her pale wings across an illustrated background alive with crystals and botanical detail. Around her: raw quartz points, aura crystals, a bottle of snake skin, dried flowers, a seashell, a hanging moss, a miniature glass dome with a mouse skull and lichen, a carved pumpkin, an oil lamp, spell books, a wizard's hat, a crystal ball, a bird skull, dried mushrooms, a bird's ring, another seashell, more crystals — and on the shelves beside her, the quiet inventory of an alchemist at work.

The frame is hand-built dark wood with hand-cut glass, lined with warm brown velvet and adorned with decorative metal corner brackets featuring moth motifs. The back is finished with black velvet, lace and a Morbid Oddities brand label.

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Details:

• Real preserved moth — Actias luna (luna moth), ethically sourced
• Illustrated background with crystal motif
• Raw quartz crystals
• Aura crystals (green)
• Miniature bottle with snake skin
• Dried flowers
• Seashells
• Hanging moss
• Real mouse skull in a miniature glass dome with lichen
• Carved pumpkin miniature
• Oil lamp miniature
• Miniature spell books
• Miniature scrolls
• Wizard's hat miniature
• Crystal ball miniature
• Real bird skull
• Real dried mushrooms
• Real bird's ring bone
• Hand-built dark wooden frame lined with brown velvet
• Decorative metal corner brackets with moth motifs
• Hand-cut glass
• Back finished with black velvet, lace and Morbid Oddities brand label

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Processing:

Ready to hang.

One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown.

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Shipping

Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery.

Original design — no copies permitted.

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Size

22,5 cm × 21 cm × 4,5 cm

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LORE

She did not come for the crystals.
She came because the light
was exactly right —
the colour of a formula
almost finished,
of a transmutation
caught mid-breath.
The snake skin in the bottle
remembers what it was.
The crystals remember
what they will become.
She is the moment between.
The alchemist
who never needed a name
for what she was doing —
only wings,
and patience,
and glass.