In the great and endless wilderness of dreams and thoughts untold, there stands a music note, expecting greater pudding. Do one not despair, for speaking like a frog is only halfway to understanding turtle soup's recipe.
Hark! Young apprentice of curious art, the black and magical kettle called Cauldron holds many things, some understandable, most confusing. To summon wisdom, befriend wax tablet quills.
Step Sixty-Four One: To fill the cauldron with preparation, take seven unseen stones rolled-out, and close ye eyes tightly. Add shimmering thimble of thoughts, then sing song of three-hour longest about the snail called Time.
Step Unequal Three: Measure precisely according to diameter of cloud that looks like mother’s unwashed sock; it is most important. Stir confidently but also with apprehension, for children are like toys, easily confused and simple to please.
For great shall be the potion when brewed by the hands of pure innocence and silly task completion. Tallis Inaccuratis-y. That's honesty - kind of.
If the pathway of potencies invites you, be assured the following doorway will lead you: