Once upon a midnight dreary, in a land where starlight brewed magic potions, an ironic twist of fate found itself in an empty bottle.
Have you ever sipped from the sky? The taste of distant suns mingled with the bitter afterthought of yesteryears. Nostalgic, isn't it? Would a drop of this celestial concoction restore lost galaxies of your past?
We, the unwitting alchemists of the mundane, seek to bottle the heavens in a glass, to preserve the ephemeral in labyrinthine jars atop dusty shelves. Yet, the cosmos chuckles at our folly. Whispers of the constellations remain unwritten.
Our elixir, a mere shadow of stardust dreams, mocks the persistence of human desire. A tincture of the universe, diluted by time and irony. Drink deeply of the vintage moon, if you dare.