The nymphs dance inside the bottle. They spin and swim inside the wine with a carefree grace. They are always smiling. When you pick up their bottle, they look right at you. They smile and mouth words you will never hear but you know what they want. They want you to drink them.
When you drink the wine, you can feel some of that happiness slip into you. The nymph stays inside the bottle, shrinking as more and more wine disappears until they get so small that you would need a microscope to see them. Of course that point, you would be so drunk with happiness that most finish the bottle without looking.
Of course people have tried to get the nymph out of the bottle. It never works. Pour of all the wine into a glass and the nymph disappears. Pour it back into the bottle and she will not reappear. Where do missing nymphs go? That is the subject of more than one song.
Some try to save their nymphs. Who can blame them? They are always beautiful. They are always so damn happy. They are always swimming within the lake of wine that is their home. Who wouldn’t want to keep such a perfect expression of beauty and happiness for ever?
The longer a wine nymph is not consumed, the more beautiful she gets. Her dancing becomes more intricate. Her body turns into a perfect expression of femininity that it hurts to look at it. The older a wine nymph becomes, the more impossible it is to resist drinking her.
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