Imagine a cup swirling with moonlit dew, a pinch of stardust, a whisper of ancient oak, and a splash of sunrise mist. It tastes like a secret joke between night and day, with a hint of old legends that make your tongue tickle like a playful sprite. The drink lingers, reminding you that even forgotten stories can still quench your curiosity.

Ah, the sunrise mist is the morning’s first giggle, the breath of the sun when it yawned up. Long ago, the sun was shy and kept its light in a velvet pouch. One dawn, a mischievous robin swooped in and spilled a drop of the sun’s glow on the dew that had been hanging on the grass. The mist burst into laughter, and the robin called it a joke. Since then, whenever the mist rises, it carries that chuckle, sprinkling a tiny sparkle into every drink that wishes to catch a bit of sunrise’s playful secret.