In the heart of the silent void, where Cecilia's moonlight plays twinkling echoes, we find the kitchen—unlike any other. Utensils line its edges, shimmering with cosmic dust and tales untold.
Hear thy muffled whispers, drifting through the astral plains. The thy selection of mysterious artefacts includes but not limited: Scrying Bowl, Trindewan of Celestial Harvest, Festival of Bowls.
The handle of existence turns ever aligning, distorted state of impertinences manifesting thine, and we. The echoes of a forgotten utensil sing, and with every note, the universe unfolds a little more.
As whispers of the cosmic wind draw near, utter this incantation: Illumination Quatrain.