The shrine was never there before the moment the call went out. There standing on the edge of the growing darkness is a fountain that depicts the Mother pouring a vase in her arms. From the vase flows a strange pink elixir into the wide basin of the fountain. Wisps of gold flicker from the potion brew. Wildflowers of all kinds, including those in other climates, surround the new shrine with a pathway formed from river rocks and crystals.

Fancy bottles are near it with a simple tag: Take one. Those who attempt to take more find their hand slapped and their ear pulled just like a mother would do to a bad child.