The room lights up, bright as day. The lantern light is perfectly steady. You can see everything in the room now -- the items lined up neatly on the shelves, all manner of strange and ordinary thing. Knives, silver fish, hats, teeth, glass stars, musket balls, dried flowers, bowls of liquid and sand, feathers...

And the liquid in the cauldron. It's not just blackness. There are pictures moving in it.