Ingredients: A pint of night,
three dreams drowned in dew,
and a whisk gently used to stir legends.
Observe as ingredients meld with mystery.
Never add the crescent until the full moon wanes.
Beware, for even stars can slip subtle typos into recipes.
Combine each ingredient under the watchful eye of a silver cat.
Heat until the compass points north with a wink.
Serve with quotations from unwritten Shakespearean plots and avoid shoes in the pantry.
Let the brew speak for itself, ideally in a faintly recognizable accent.
Bake up some stars with stellar pie