Here you are in a room holing a glass of unknown origin filled with a mysterious liquid. The liquid looks like a thick beer with a bluish cast. The glass itself looks like a hollowed chunk of cracked ice, though it is not cold to touch. You are unfamiliar with the person who handed it to you, but they have assured you it will do no harm before promptly vanishing into thin air. Best you can tell, their words are truthful, but still...do you take a chance?





If your answer is no:
Leave this post, forget the song, and move on with your life. Who knows, maybe it's for the better.






If your answer is yes:
You smell the liquid. Is that a hint of brine? All-in-all, it doesn't smell like much, and you figure a sip at least is safe enough. After all, you can always spit it out if something seems off. As the soft foam caresses your lips, you find yourself on the shores of an unknown land. Gray sand and gray water bolster a stark, gray sky. Sea foam covers your face, your chest, and your hands. As the dark liquid washes over you, it touches your tongue. You prepare to spit it out, but the taste is somehow pleasant. You let it slip down your throat. Distant singing claims your attention, but you cannot pinpoint the source. The indigo water washes over you again and you sit up. A bright crest is slowly appearing on the horizon revealing a tapestry of oranges, purples, blues, and pinks overtaking the gray clouds. Where the clouds have parted, a fading night sky hints at stars which you have never seen. Someone whispers in your ear–you find yourself in a room holding a glass of unknown origin. You are completely dry and alone. Examining the contents of the glass more closely you would swear you could see lapping waves as the drink sloshes about. Will you take another sip?