In the depths of night skies, whispers from celestial orbs cascade—a murmur translated by forgotten tongues. The arcane serum, brewed under the gaze of these constellations, is a bridge between the veils. Sparkling in its glass, it dances with stardust, inviting brave spirits to sip the cosmos.
Each drop is an echo, encased within droplets so vivid they shimmer like distant supernovas. It carries messages from planets veiled in shadow, messages that tremble on the frontier of human understanding. Orbs of jade and silver, swirled like galaxies in their bottle, they speak where words falter.