Once upon a meteor shower, a physicist brewed a cocktail of cosmic dust and neutron whispers. It was thought to give the taste of star-sown secrets. Ever tried a sip? You might just levitate.
Rumor has it that few galactic merchants know the true blend. Here's a hint to one secret: nebula.html.
In the far reaches of the quasars, where time loops like a retrograde dance, this potion was forged. Light bends differently around it. Consume with caution, or risk finding yourself on a parallel universe's trivia night.
Curiously, the original bearers of this potion had a saying: timeloop.html.
Crystalline in form and dangerously delicious, this delight fizzes like forgotten galaxies. A single drop can cause quite the event, but the true thrill is its elusive aftertaste — a dance between existence and the void.
Seek answers where gravity is but a suggestion: aether.html.