In the heart of every mystery lies a simplicity disguised as chaos.
A method to the madness that orchestrates the dance of shadows and light.
Harness, if you dare, the energies of perception:
Distinguish the seen from the unseen with a guide made of dreams.
Consider this potion: Take three parts mulled stillness,
Add to it a whispered truth and balance with queer vibrations.
And as the veil lifts, observe the rabbit holes unfurl into bridges—
Each step a rune written on the parchment of time.
Strategy is not bound in reality nor is truth constrained by illusion.