Alchemy, Alcoyou

When you reach the bottom of this bottle, you'll have reached the bottom. The liquid, masquerading as cloudy lemonade, entices you into its secrets, its power and into narcosis.

Some imbibing its contents, those of pure spirit and moderation, can expect transport to a happy place, on wings of gossamer and threads of steel. But for you, there will be no elevation to the ether. Your direction of travel is down. Despair hath no depths so deep as you'll sink to get high. The higher you get, the lower you'll fall.

And when finished, all is lost. Until next time.