An aging firefly crawls forward along a shallow wooden groove on the bar.
It's too old, having long lost the ability to regenerate through molting. Time has left its marks all over its body. One side of the translucent wings is curled up, while the other side is filled with holes resembling those eroded by the wind, appearing thin and fragile.
Its oversized belly is slowly being dragged by the remaining three legs, and in the abdominal cavity, visible to the naked eye, are large areas of white calcified material, with only a small region still emitting a faint glow.
Two slender fingers descend from above, gently pinching the firefly, placing it on a small puddle of spilled liquor. It eagerly extends its mouthparts and starts to suck forcefully.
Then, the glow behind it becomes slightly brighter.
