Late at night, deep within the Whispering Woods, Merlin the magician honed his craft... By the ancient root and whispering leaf, manifest! Greetings, great wizard. A quiet evening for magic, isn't it? I seek the beauty that time has stolen. Can you grant it, wizard? Beauty spells? Alas, my enchantments lean towards wisdom and power, not mere vanity. The offer was simple... and terrifying. Then join me at my hearth. By midnight, you'll find the knowledge... or become my feast. Midnight loomed. Trapped! And no spell for beauty in my entire repertoire! Merlin search the ancient text a spell. that would make someone beautiful, but his efforts were in vain. Time is fleeting, dear wizard. Have you found the secret to true beauty? Merlin, concerned for his life exhausted all of the book except one, In then it happened. He found something unusual, dangers but profound... Wait! This ancient text... it's not a beauty spell, but... an illusion!