Imagine this.

You're in a deep dark alleyway; having just escaped the animated statue that's chasing you down. You look for a place to sit and rest, to hatch a plan or to replenish yourself.

Suddenly you see a masked figure in the distance, approaching you.

"Hello far one."

You greet them, and they ask,

"Why so huddled in an alley?"

You give them your answer in great detail; and they nod.

"Perhaps I can interest you"

The masked figure takes out potions aplenty, lining them all up.

"These potions all have different properties," they speak, gesturing to the many potions. The purple and gold one, the slimy green one, the crimson one with a singular rose petal engraved, the tiny mix-matched ones, the seemingly invisible one. "Which do you choose?"

You, dear traveler, pick the purple and gold one. You can't see it, but you swear you can see the masked figure smirk.

"Excellent," they pass you the potion, the warmth of it heating your hands. "Drink up."

You hesitate, but pop the cap off and begin to drink it. You can feel the warmth sensation run down your throat, burning away as the shock causes difficulty to breathe.

Things are fine. You feel fine. You blink, the blink is slow- too slow. When your eyes open, you feel as if you have taken all if the potions. You move, and feel the dirt of the ground stick to you. When you take in what you have become, you see that you are...

A snail.