There was something in the water, this time he was sure of it. Porval held the glass up to the light, swirling the flask counterclockwise and murmuring the words he’d pulled from the dusty tomes. Ah! The first flickers of light had barely registered before the water was full of the tiny shimmering forms. After a hundred years, Mavali’s theorems were proven in an instant. The very life essence of water, distilled and condensed, danced before his eyes.
This would be his Masterwork.