What does it mean to sip spacetime?
Each droplet an echo, and yes, your thoughts become golden, shimmer like atoms breaking dawn.
Ah, the whispers dive.
Did you hear the parade of neutrinos sauntering through laughter? So shy,
dancing across the universe's rooftop with shoes made of light.
Can you taste the gravity of each fleeting moment? The nectar droplets
sliding gracefully into shadows, perhaps they hold the key to forgotten dreams.
What if, right there upon your tongue, lies the ingredient needed to transform water into stars?