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The tavern stood on the edge of a forgotten road, where the wind howled through the trees and the moonlight barely touched the earth. Its wooden sign, weathered by time, swayed in the breeze, bearing the name The Seer's Glass. No one remembered when it first appeared, but those who found it rarely left without experiencing something that would change their lives. Jack had been traveling for hours, his feet sore and his stomach growling. He stumbled upon the tavern just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Its warm light beckoned, a stark contrast to the cold night surrounding him. Grateful for shelter, he pushed open the door, the bell chiming softly above him. Inside, the atmosphere was oddly serene. The low murmur of voices mixed with the crackling of a fireplace. The air smelled faintly of herbs and spices. Behind the bar stood an old woman, her eyes gleaming with knowledge beyond her years. She didn’t ask for his name, just gestured to an empty seat at the bar. “What’ll it be?” she asked, her voice smooth like silk. “A drink to warm me up,” Jack replied, still unsure of what to make of the place. She smiled cryptically, pouring a dark liquid into a glass and sliding it toward him. “This one will show you what you need to see.” Jack hesitated, but his curiosity won out. He took a sip. The moment the liquid touched his lips, his vision blurred, and he was suddenly pulled into a vivid scene. He saw his future unfold before him—a fleeting image of himself standing in a room, staring at a letter that would change everything. The vision faded as quickly as it came, leaving Jack stunned, his heart racing. The bartender watched him intently. "What did you see?" she asked softly. Jack was breathless. "I... I saw a letter. I don't know what it means, but it felt important." The woman nodded knowingly. "Each drink reveals what’s hidden, what you need to see. Some seek answers, others... warnings." Jack looked down at the empty glass, now understanding. The tavern was no ordinary place—it didn’t just serve drinks, it served glimpses of the future. And no one who walked through its door would ever be the same again.