You open the bottle and you realize there's a wine within it. It's a small flask of wine. You sniff it. Well, it looks better than the cheap beer you manage to drink illegally with other guys. Maybe it's old and expensive and refined! You decide to drink it. A little sip at first, then you'll see. So you take a sip and you smack your lips. Yum! It's got a powerful taste, fruity and full and mature. Delicious! It is absolutely delicious! You must have more of this dark purple nectar and you gulp it all. It tastes divine! Absolutely divine! Like ambrosia and nectar! Surely this is the beverage that the gods of Olympus enjoy in their feasts and enchanting revels! You then ponder on your thoughts. Wait... Since when do you think like that? In such epic terms? How did these thoughts enter your mind? It IS very entertaining but... But why do you feel compelled to utter your thoughts thus?...
"What?... I... What is happening?..."
You clutch your stomach. Your head is getting dizzy. The world is becoming blurry. Your eyesight hazy. You are seized by fear. Was the wine poisoned? No! You certainly hope not. The world is spinning and you try to shout out for help. But it merely comes out as a pitiful cry. The beach is empty of any people, moreover. You lose consciousness, while your body transforms. This wine was not poison, dear boy, merely magical! And meant to send you on your way to a better life! How lucky you are!