No matter the question this is a mages answer. It is a type of alcoholic shot aswell.

In the modern world, I'm collected to give insights, but I wasn't always this. If you go back some years, I allude to a sweet treat, I even had my own jars! I come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; bars and discs and cakes, oh my! Go back even further when I was nowhere as sweet, where I was a steadfast traveling good to keep the hunger at bay.

A key on a string, The wind in the reeds, Sticks to the skin, The spitting of seeds Counted together, Sum of its parts, Subtly guiding the mind, But a yoke to the heart

Pearls found on the grass, Do me for a mountain kick, Thirst quenched by the dawn.

It can bring out your fight, Or fuel your flight. It can be of darkness, Or of light. An uncomfortable feeling, emotional blight, taking over when you hear bumps in the night. There’s a quote from FDR to pull from the shelf: ‘The only thing we have to this, is this itself’