Gather the twilight essence of forgotten shores.
Imbibe the nectar of waking dreams concealed in silent whispers.
Mix with the unseen fragments of a thousand lullabies sung by stars.
Pour forth the liquid backbone of ages, flowing in reverse — like time slipping through cosmic hands.
Let this potion simmer at the temperatures only known to myths, weaving gold beneath silver threads.
Stir with a rhythm determined by the orbiting minds of doubting universes.
Await the manifestation of colors that have no names left to speak.
Discovery takes shape in a fused dance of chaos and harmony, a blend that disrupts linearity.
Do not fear to consume what dances in the void, for it restores forgotten connections.