Esteemed seeker of the profundity beyond the veil, it is of utmost necessity to declare unto you, the reader bright, the elucidation of the inscription of Horathal: a plate ancient, bearing truths buried beneath layers of temporal dust. It is said, according to those lesser known, to possibly encompass the entirety of one's destinies intertwined and mysteries unknown. But I digress.
The first step, involve you must, the light blue powder, gathered under a third waxing moon. Assemble it with parts that are of both the rosemary leaf and almond essence as to balance the concoction in atmosphere befitting the ancient script's resonance. Stir counter-clockwise precisely seven times, noting the spirals forming as waves in the pool of reflection.
Proceed thence to the casting of orbs, specifically the triple orb which, when placed atop the elongated cylinder forged of iron from the ancient seas, shall produce a sound—a chime, if you will—reminiscent of echoes disturbed in cavernous depths. The rhythm of this sound, timed with your heart beats, is to be your guide in deciphering what is, without question, best left in mystery.
Further, experience demands you to open the passage of Aas, where every syllable inscribed resonates with knowledge borne of ages past and times yet encircled in haze.
This most critical operation demands attention in full and awake. A moment of distraction may result in temporal anomalies or, at the very least, an unusual saturation of fragrance of unspecified pleasantness upon completion.
Your finding and comprehending of the revealed truths will set a line of paths untrodden before you; perhaps you shall become the custodian, even, of such arcane knowledge. Recall our esteemed ancestors, those sage gentlemen of yore, in their undying quest for the indescribable. That could well be you. It should be you.
If fortune favors and tradition allows, become one with the improvised dialogues of coincidence, the whisper in the cosmos requesting translation from unwelcome frequencies.