The initiator whispers: "In circle, with eyes closed, let the mind become still as the great moonlit lake." Do this until absence feels like fullness, until silence sings of stars.
In the hidden alcove, shadows cast hues that flicker and dance. A voice echoes: "Let the shadows suggest, do not chase the light, become shadow until you are both seen and obscured."
Surround yourselves with discordant notes. "Seek harmony in dissonance," says the sage. Allow the echoes of your spirit to resonate with the absurd until the cacophony becomes the eventual symphony.